The Architect Nikki Sloane Novels & Stories

Just because some things were worth recording. The city had appointed a licensed architecture firm, a mid-sized practice called Halcyon with a strong community project record. Alexander had met their lead architect twice in August, initial conversations, feeling out the collaboration. He came home from the second meeting with the particular settled energy of someone who'd found a working relationship that fit. "Meridith Kane," he said. "Lead architect. She's direct and she knows the site limitation better than I do from previous projects in the area." "Do you trust her instincts?"

He asked me several questions in a row. "Father, ask her one question at one time." Shelton said. I shook my head and patted his hands, "I'm fine." Then I said to Ned, "Mr. Ned, my name is Janetta Nolan. I'm 30 years old. I'm a gardening designer at a studio. My parents died because of a plane crash. I have been with my master these years." "Do you have a master?" "Yes, my master is the heir of Archaic Architecture Sect. I've been learning from him these years."

Over the course of a week, they finally got several things up and running and Veronica had been picking out little household appliances here and there. She still wasn't quite ready to take on the task of fully decorating. Nic had driven her to the site where his new office would be. She could tell he was excited although he tried to play Mr. Cool about it. He was finally going to be an architect, something he had wanted to do since college. But they still had a little while to wait before all of the plans were finalized.

“Mr. Harrington, this is Zane Sullivan. He’s an architect—specializes in sustainable urban projects. I thought he should connect with your grandson’s incubator.” Nerissa watched, her face a mask of polite detachment. She saw the way Jovi’s hand rested possessively on Zane’s arm. A tiny muscle twitched near her eye. Vance noticed. Harrington nodded, his attention already waning. “Sustainable design. Critical work…” “Sullivan is Nerissa’s husband.” Vance’s voice was a scalpel. Clean. Precise. Utterly calm. The air around them stilled. Harrington’s eyebrows shot up. He looked between the two couples. Jovi’s smile solidified into a grimace. Zane felt the blood drain from his face.

Isaac’s face turned red, and his gaze was scarlet as he stared at her. Nicole took a step forward and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear. “Mr. Sloan, don’t think too highly of yourself. No one looks up to a liar who only knows how to falsely accuse others since childhood.” Then, she gave him a dark look, took a step back, pushed the door open, and walked out. Yvette let out a cold laugh behind her. “Mr. Sloan, it’s not too late for you to go back now. Everyone will just pretend that you’re drunk and won’t laugh at you.”

Olivia shook her head then looked at Andrew who was standing not far from her. Andrew stepped closer to the two and smiled softly. "This is Nichole West. She really wants to meet you very privately to discuss home design. So, I brought you here to talk to her directly," Andrew explained to Olivia. The woman nodded slowly but still couldn't believe what she was seeing right now. "Can we go over the design now? You know, I don't like wasting time." *** Olivia looked at the woman who had now gotten into the red car. By now the woman had waved to Andrew and Olivia and just started the car to leave. The car was slowly moving away but it didn't work to make Olivia stop staring.

Vivienne had been trying to sabotage my draft proposals to steal the Kensington project right out from under me. A slow, calculating smile spread across my face. Opportunity hadn't just knocked; it had burst through the door throwing a temper tantrum. "You are Chloe Kensington, aren't you?" I asked, my tone remarkably calm and polite as I took a step toward her. The girl blinked, caught off guard by my composure. She puffed out her chest defensively. "Yes. And who are you supposed to be?" "I am Marissa Vance, lead architect at Sterling Holdings," I introduced smoothly, offering her a warm, effortless smile. "I am currently overseeing the structural expansion proposals for your father's new c

"The Architect was a tyrant. His 'grand design' is a shackle that keeps this city in the dark ages. We don't want his ghost back. We want the power he left behind." "He’s not a tyrant," Nikos gasped, struggling to maintain the link. "He’s the only one who knows the final command to deactivate the atmosphere scrubbers permanently. If you pull him out now, he won't be a leader. He’ll be a brain-dead husk."

“I want to study architecture one day. My grandma always thought I would be a healer like her. And I learned a lot from her. So, I could do that too. But I would like to go to college and study architecture.” “You will,” Nick smiled brightly at me. I smiled back and looked around the house. Annie was right. It was impressive. She was also a talented interior designer. Everything perfectly matched. “I have more questions about this house, but they will have to wait because I am so tired,” Annie sighed. “Let’s go to bed,” I said. Nick and Gabriel nodded, and we got off the couch. “Can I hug you before I go?” Nick asked me nervously. I smiled and nodded. He gave me a huge smile before wrapping

The messages were from a contact named The Architect. As he scrolled, his stomach lurched. The chat was loaded with loads of sexual innuendos and dark promises. The Architect: I can still feel your bite marks from last night, Chairperson. But enough play. Is the nanny suspecting anything? Evelyn: He’s a toy. A doll I’m breaking slowly. He spends his nights scrubbing floors in a corset while I dream of your touch. The Architect: Good. Once you involve my firm in the merger, we’ll have total control. And as for Knight... he’s a loose thread. My men are ready. When do you want him eliminated?*