Project Libitina Novels & Stories

“What is it, sir?” “This file,” Alaric said, turning the laptop toward him. “It’s locked, but the name, Project Obsidian is tied to Maribel’s private server. I need this decrypted.” Jimmy hesitated. “That could take time. If it’s encrypted this heavily, it’s meant to stay hidden.”

SIG] Isolde opened the file on her isolated laptop, breath shallow. A black screen blinked to life. White text began to appear slowly, as if drawn by a reluctant hand. PROJECT: EVE_01 – EMOTIVE VECTORS EXPERIMENT INSTITUTIONAL OVERSIGHT: ILLYRIA INSTITUTE FUNDING PATH: PRIVATE SHELL FOUNDATION (ENCRYPTED) PRIMARY DONOR: ALECTO TRUST Benefactor Approval Signature: L. Harrow Isolde froze.

I whispered. He blinked. “Yours?” I turned to him, stunned. “Mr. Carter… you built me into the system.” He looked away, rubbing his temples. “It was a long time ago.” “Explain. Now.” He sighed, shoulders heavy. “You were supposed to be a concept. An idea. PROJECT LENA wasn’t about you, it was named after an AI model. It was meant to predict human behavior. The system took inspiration from a real profile, yours. But I never thought it would…” His voice trailed off.

Noah says, the anger evidently making its way into his tone of voice. Silence is the loudest answer. That in my book is just a placement lower than the ringing of a hung up phone call mid conversation. "The contract is already drawn up, Icy. I'll call for it to be sent right away." Liam's voice comes to my ears as I hear him make his way onto my balcony. "Thank you." I say taking a swig from my glass of sparkling apple cider. The night view over New York's wealthiest parts has never been a sore eye to glance at.

“This one’s different.” Elena knelt beside her, helping to pry it open. Inside were stacks of old documents, wires, and something that looked like a projector. Lucia blinked. “What the hell?” Elena brushed the dust from the top sheet. The ink had faded, but the heading was still legible: Projectus Leonis Vacui. Project Blank Lion. Alessandro’s jaw tightened. “Matteo wasn’t lying.” Lucia scanned the papers. “It’s in Latin — looks like schematics for some kind of behavioral reprogramming system. Digital identity mapping, cognitive erasure—”

“Louisa, you will oversee this project while Evelyn assists you. The project’s codename is ‘Mist’. It is a high priority initiative that requires strong leadership and innovative thinking.” “Mist.” Louisa and Evelyn muttered looking at each other and then returning their gaze to Mr Ashby. “Yes, it is a cutting edge data sharing platform that could revolutionize the industry. I need capable hands to bring it to life. And I believe you two can do it. Right?” “Of course boss. As you know, we're up to the task. What's the timeline and budget looking like?” Louisa asked, already in the mood to get some work done.

I pushed open the door to find him and his team already seated, he was as punctual as they said. Gaston stood waiting in the front as I carried the files he needed for the presentation and got the prompter ready. Pleasantries were exchanged in a few seconds, I stood by the left corner of the room watching them. “This is Project L, it was collectively thought of by me and my team, It’s a plan to resolve the issue between the Chinese and Japanese delivery companies while acting as the middle man. We call it the ILC.”

For once, she looked genuinely humbled. Gabriel turned his attention back to both of us. “Now, as I was saying—the project you two will be handling is the Gemia Project. It’s a high-stakes venture for a major client. This app will revolutionize how people experience and book live entertainment, combining casino gaming with exclusive hotel experiences and events. It’s designed to be engaging and innovative, connecting users with real-life activities and promotions in a way that’s never been done before.”