Sena Impulse の小説・ストーリー

"Dalia, that sexy son of a bitch was Josh Nelson. CEO of ENEN. The guy's a freaking billionaire!" "ENEN?" I tested the word, confused. What the heck was that? And a billionaire? I snorted. Josh didn't come across as a billionaire. "Yesssss, ENEN!" She marched into the kitchen, prompting me to follow. Jane pointed to her stove, microwave, dishwasher, refrigerator and toaster, all bearing the marque ENEN. Ah, the brand ENEN. Jane disappeared into her room and reappeared with a tablet device, her laptop, and a smartphone, all of the same brand.

I need some caffeine at the moment. @SenaSen

Hope more, Sena. @Death Wish

She knew what had happened because. There was something Sena had spotted. I put my cup on the table. "What feels fast?" "The threads." Simple. Direct. No hesitation. That was Sena. She didn't let them know that she was related. She didn't consider it a big deal. She just had an experience and enquired about it. “When there's enthusiasm in the network, it's different,” she added. "It moves quickly." Ava smiled slightly. Excellent, that's a good observation. Sena looked pleased.

Seo pondered for a moment before replying, "Senna, I will consider your offer. But I want a guarantee that this plan will work as you promised. I don't want to be at a disadvantage if your father and husband find out." Senna nodded in agreement, "I'll make sure you won't lose much. Mr. Seo, it's better if you just take this profit into consideration. We must move quickly before they get stronger." Mr. Seo nodded, "You're right, so what's your plan?" Senna began to explain. *** Senna returned to the office, when she walked into her room, Evander suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall. "What the hell, Evander?"

“Silas Ardelean.” “Why would I believe you? You look a lot younger than my father, and you’re telling me that you knew him when he was young?” Sena asked. Silas got up from his seat and transferred to the vacant seat in front of her. “You’re going to believe me, whether you like it or not.” He said, looking at her in the eyes, and Sena nodded her head unknowingly. She had no idea that she had been hypnotized and was now under Silas' control. “Shall we?” Silas asked and got up, offering his hand to Sena, which she took, not leaving their eye contact.

"Would you be willing to have your name on the message? Your account of what the session was. Your words, not ours." Sena was quiet for a moment. Then…"Yes." No hesitation. The same flat certainty she had been producing since the sub-level room. "On one condition." "What?" "That you let me help with more than the message," Sena said. She looked around the warehouse, the circle of chairs, the console, the mattresses, the amber light. "I came here because he took something from me that I had built with care. I want to help build the thing that makes sure he cannot do it to anyone else." A pause. "I think you might need a neural interface designer on this team."

There was no need to send in wisps to cattle the contestants towards the beach. Not to mention the fact that Senna was now sequestered at the bottom of a ravine with Korrigan’s pack closing in on her. But the system didn’t respond. I tried again. “Override,” I said loudly into the voice activated microphone. “Authorization: Kalev Moren.” But again, there was nothing.

Hampton said and Steve continued driving. Steve's car slowed down and halted in from of an electronic gate, he brought out his card and swiped in on the sensor like he did in the Nightwalker. “Welcome home mum” Steve drove inside the compound. Natalie met the most beautiful sight she had ever seen, it was so close to nature too. There were waterfalls at the left side of the compound and mountains surrounding them. Inside the compound was a beach by the side, it was like the movie” George of the jungle “ where everything looked natural. The beach was just inside the resident, they could see it from the room.

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.