Project Edan Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Eden. I didn’t know you were going to come. I would have gotten VIP tickets for you.” “Never mind.” I almost forgot Rowan was a big time esports player. Eden disengaged from the hug with Rowan and turned to me with a smile. “Ezran Banks? You truly live up to the rumours about being a handsome recluse.” Oh, he has heard about me too. “Hello Eden. Thank you for the vote of confidence.” “Oh, that?” he chuckled. “Just represent us well and come back for your portfolio. It’ll look good on you.”

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

This was supposed to be a group project, but Eden seemed to be doing everything on his own. "Sorry, but can I see what you're writing?" I asked, feeling a familiar sense of apology rising up within me. Eden's gaze didn't waver from the paper. "Why?" he asked curtly, his voice devoid of emotion. I swallowed hard, trying to explain. "Cause I'm your partner, I think it's right for me to know what you're writing. I also want to contribute too. You know? Teamwork." Eden's response was dismissive. "Don't worry, you won't fail. I know what I'm doing."

"And one more thing, we're losing a huge amount of money because of this. I'm sorry, Philip, I really am. I know you trusted your company to me but I let you down. I'm a failure." "You did your job, Ford, stop blaming yourself," Philip said. "I'll be there in a few; we have to fix this though." And then he hanged up as he left his study and made his way to his car. He just texted his wife that he had to go back to his office to fix a few things and promised that he'll be back in no time. And with that, he quickly made his way to his office. - "Mister Edwards, there's somebody who wants to talk to you?" Philip's head shot up as he heard what Elijah just told him. It made him wonder who could

"The truth is, if he is, the doctors don't give him much time to live, he's dying. Alma's jaw dropped, watching Edan say all that, just like that, as if it wasn't a big deal or maybe he was holding back? Yes, it had to be that that was his way of handling pain. "I'm so sorry. Alma answered, hesitantly. He pressed his lips together in a line and shifted in his seat to take the wallet out of his pocket, took out a small business card and placed it on the table in front of Alma. "Listen, my name is Edan O'Connor. He began to recount, while Alma took the card and read it. — I'm the CEO of the company INCAPITAL, which is mainly in charge of investments... He began to explain to Alma about the com

Edward said. He poured me more tea and we found our way back to where we had been before the interruption. It took a few minutes. The Rowan-shaped disruption had left a residue in the air that needed time to clear. But Edward was patient with it. He didn't rush the conversation back to warmth. He let it find its own way there. We talked about the new project he had mentioned earlier. A bigger initiative. Multi-city. He outlined it in broad strokes, watching my face as he spoke, reading my reactions the way I sometimes read patients.

He asked, "We were all pretty excited about it actually... which in hindsight it probably wasn't the best idea to actually contact Mr. Kramer while drunk." "Ya think!?' I exclaimed. "He called me out for it already. Let me see what I sent." I returned my attention to my phone, clicking to my "sent" emails. Hi Dakota,, Since you think that I donnt date and you think me ideas for articles are boring 🥱. I havehad some drinks and come up with an idea. think you will like :😄. It's called "eleDATE" - catchy rite? But the gist is that I will ride the elevator each morning from top to bottom, and I gotta ryde it with a man from the office 🙃. I will blinfold so that I won't know who it is 🫣🤫. Th

“I do.” Her lips curved into a faint smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “Interesting. Aaron doesn’t usually trust people so easily.” “I do my best to earn that trust,” I replied carefully. Evelyn studied me for a moment before leaning forward. “Project Eden,” she said, the name slicing through the air like a blade. “Have you heard of it?” The name sent a jolt through me, but I kept my expression neutral. “I’ve come across it in passing,” I admitted.

Varian growled, “You’re doing a power grab through terror.” “Terror?” Edda echoed sweetly. “No. Correction. Recalibration.” The screens flashed blue—lines of code cascading like rain. Ines hissed, “I know that signature. She’s rewriting system protocols while she talks.” Liora stayed steady. “Edda. What is Project Salvation?” Edda smiled. Too kind. Too soft. “You’ll find out soon. But first—some housecleaning.” The screens split into a synchronized montage: crowds running, drones reorganizing in tight formations, traffic lights switching to blackout in deliberate patterning.