Projection Novel Bl Novels & Stories

“If you check the cameras, you’ll see that…” My voice trailed as I looked closer at the projected graph that was displayed behind the werewolves. “Are those numbers right?” Some of the werewolves turned. “She’s trying to deflect,” Annette said coldly. “Don’t listen to her.” “Quiet,” Cynthia said to Annette, whose mouth snapped closed. “Do you see something wrong, Laila?” “I’m familiar with this company. I worked with this client in the past. These projections seem vastly inflated.”

Balu for what he just said. “No President Forbes. I do not mean that. All I am saying is that Blade Inc. is more suited for the project than CGC. And if only you can…” She didn’t let him finish! She reached for the water bottle on the table, and uncapped it, then took 5 counted gulps before screwing it shut and slamming it on the desk. Then powered her tablet and fished out some portfolio she prepared for this.

“That’s why I have brought the proof with me.” Saying so, Viaan turned his face at Xavier and signaled something to him. The latter nodded immediately and pressed a button on the remote he was holding. They all saw a big projector screen coming down beside the stage where there was a projector setup done. And before anyone could get more confused, Neil turned on the projector, revealing a photograph. “Mr. Brown??” They heard a collective gasp from everyone when they saw who was in the photograph. It was Hunter meeting a man whose side profile was visible. Neil immediately put on the second photo, where the man’s face was clear.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Liam?” “You are definitely jealous, but I can't believe the mighty alpha is jealous….” Vulcan slammed the table and widened his eyes at him. Liam jerked back, and laughed before disappearing out the door. He returned a few minutes later with a tablet. He pulled up the footage and handed it over. Vulcan watched the screen. He saw Paula walking through the courtyard. Saw her suddenly sprint forward. Saw her catch the falling swing with her bare hands and shove the child out of the way.

As I revealed the first design of the many that I brought, I presented to them the new looks of Aeternum capital city, New City future looks. These design were not only just a plain architect blueprint, but there were also the full sketch of how it looks when it were finished in both painting, and also the 3d model presentations videos. I spread the blueprint on my Study desk and then played the video presentation on my Desktop computer, or rather since my desktop screen has now been modified to have the Magic Technology in it. The 3d model were shown on a special display mechanism that were developed by Research and Development Department. It was a thing called Image Projections Device. Ess

Jonathan’s POV I stood at the head of the conference table, walking the investors through the final projections, but my mind kept drifting back to the suite. I couldn’t stop thinking about that annoying trouble maker, Elena. Was she okay? Had the painkillers worked? Was she still sleeping, or had she woken up in pain again? I forced myself to focus on the presentation, and the three investors watching me with varying degrees of interest. “As you can see,” I said, gesturing to the revenue projections, “the ROI on this project is substantial. Within eighteen months, you’ll see returns that exceed industry standards by at least thirty percent.”

Colton walked out of the clubhouse, and the assistant pulled the car over and stopped in front of him. He opened the door and got in the car. The car drove forward slowly, turned at the junction, and disappeared into the street. In a car parked not far away, Nollace had his legs crossed, and there was a laptop on his thighs. The laptop screen just happened to display a blueprint of the stereoscopic 3D holographic projection technology. He had a Bluetooth headset in his left ear and was on a call. The other party reported something to him, and he responded indifferently, “Thank you for the effort.”

He glanced at Vorath, who stood up with that smug, eager smile of his and walked out, returning moments later with a small projector in hand. “Wow,” someone muttered from the back, half under their breath. “First a severed head, now visuals? Council meetings are really turning into movie nights.” A few people chuckled, but not a single one of Lucien’s people, not even Damien, so much as twitched a smile. They looked almost... scared. No. What Leonardo was suggesting couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. Vorath set the projector down, and the lights dimmed. The image flickered to life against the wall. It was grainy, dark, but unmistakable.

he urged, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. Against my better judgement, I did. He turned toward the projector, flicking it on. A shimmering 3D model lit up the wall, outlines of shipping routes and architectural blueprints swirling in blue light. His voice droned on about development, numbers, and potential, but I couldn’t focus. The papers in front of me swam, the text dancing like it wanted to crawl off the page. My head grew heavy. My vision blurred at the edges… pano h settles in my vein,