Project X Strain Novels & Stories

I was on the verge of a panic attack because this guy was brutally hot and staring at me like I was a Jezebel. I stood abruptly, forgetting I didn't have pants or panties on, and the paper sheet dropped to the floor. But Dr. Duek didn't look up to my face, or reach for the disposable drape; instead, he stared right at my vagina, my perfectly groomed landing strip and the pink lips that burned with desire for him. His cheeks flushed red, but he didn't turn away. It couldn't have been more than three, maybe four seconds, he stared at my patch, but it was enough. Less than gracefully, I bent to pick up my wafer-thin shield, now in a wad on the floor, only to put my ass right in his face.

* store an infinite amount of data * process and modify the existing data and run virtual simulations * scan 100 meters around the host standing point to detect lifeforms and some rare stones * display more information about the pokemons after scanning Lauren 'great not many features added but I don't need any more than this the options that are present now are perfect, let's see modification, can I modify the project Mewteo lets see' Lauren 'System, copy all the data in this drive and start to modify the project Mewtwo which has no side effects and won't contain harmful DNA modifying method' Lauren takes out the drive containing the information about team rocket and project Mewtwo. System '

Faint red marks peeked out under his collar. Harper's rage? Poof. She floated to him, all soft-voiced concern. "I told you to rest at home. Why'd you come back?" Jeremy sneezed, shrugged. "You stripped to keep me warm last night. I'm good now." Then he noticed me, dialed back the puppy eyes, and gave me a smile. "I'm here for an important experiment. Need Zach's cooperation." My heart tanked. I looked right at Harper, shaking my head, silently begging her—don't.

She pulls a satchel off her back, rips it open, and plugs the drive into a tablet with firewalls secure enough to safeguard a nuclear launch. Lines of code open up. And then, Pandora went still. Her mouth slightly opens. Her hand trembles. "What?" I whisper. "I believe we've just opened the back door to hell." Malik glances over her shoulder. His face went pale. "That's... not possible." On the screen: files labeled with surgical details. Project WombFire Ashcroft Rebirth Protocol Infant Host Trials DNA—RAINE STERLING MATCH My world shrinks. "No," I murmur. "No, no, that's not—what the hell is this?!"

A shadow ran into the forest. "Is anyone there?" He calls out, there was no response. "Answer me goddammit." He cursed, getting annoyed at the expensive joke he thought one of the students were playing on him. He heard the bush rattle, he shone the flashlight to the direction, walking slowly, he gasps as the flashlight points at a man holding an axe, frightened, Peterson dropped the flashlight and started walking backward slowly as the man stepped out of the bush, wearing all black, he stood before Peterson, Peterson noticed he had a claw like scar in his left chin.

The experiments had started just months before The Burning. My hands trembled as I continued to read, my mind racing. The file detailed a project—something called 'Project Genesis' It was vague, filled with scientific terms I didn’t fully understand, but one thing was clear: they had been experimenting with humans. Trying to enhance them, to make them stronger, faster, more resilient. But something had gone wrong. Very wrong. One of the entries near the back of the file caught my eye.