The Unicorn Project Novels & Stories

My sneer draws everyone’s attention to me and since I am doing this for the ones I love, I push my hatred for the people in this room, excluding Sophie that is, and tell them what I know and learned. “Those creatures are called the undead and they are basically the undead. Werewolves brought back from to life by dark powers and by the god of death Agron. As you have already seen for yourself, they are almost impossible to kill and that’s because they are already dead and also because they have the powers of a god running through every inch of their once decaying bodies making them a formidable opponent and impossible to kill, they have no heart, empathy no moral compass...they are like puppe

" Damien leaned in as my heart raced, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. Our eyes locked and my stomach twisted into knots, not the sad, frustrated, or panicky type. "I am the stronger man. I will help you stay away from that beast, But!" he retracted his hand and adjusted his cuffs, "You need to help me too." I sat up. What could a wealthy man like him need? "What is it?" I dared to ask. "Euphoria." I simply said and I frowned. The Euphoria Project was infamous. Over the years, many designers picked it up but they failed to capture investors with it. It was managed by one of the biggest companies in Miami. They had been struggling to fix the project to avoid possible bankruptcy.

Its been a week since Mr. Johnson has assigned me and Adrien to do a project. And Adrien keeps brushing me off like he has nothing to do with the assignment whatsoever. He's seriously pissing me off. "How's the project going?" Asked Mel ripping me out of my thoughts. "It's like working with a unicorn," I said looking at her. "But, unicorns don't exist," she said a little dumbfounded on my comment. "Exactly, and neither does my partner; well that's how he's acting," I said bitterly. Adrien is seriously trying to piss me off. If he thinks I'm going to do the project alone, he has another thing coming.

The only time they really found out that my name was Unicorn was only when I was taking their life and Leonardo would laugh and call out my name as a chant to end his enemies lives. Unicorn had no other purpose other than to serve Leonardo and Leonardo alone because she was bound by blood. My loyalty for that man was like the oxygen flowing through my veins- it made me. I was Unicorn because of Leonardo and I did as he told me to do, which was two things: drive and kill. "Is this the white black devil?" an elderly Italian man asked, speaking Italian with fluency.

Nysaa couldn't help but wonder if he was aware of the drama between her and Mace. Time seemed to crawl as the business meeting continued, and Nysaa's patience grew thinner. While part of her wanted to disrupt the meeting just to spite Mace, she knew it would be futile. Instead, she bided her time, waiting for her moment to confront him and demand answers. "Mr. Sinclair," one of the executives inquired, "we'd like to discuss the project's environmental impact and sustainability efforts. Can you provide more details on this aspect?" Mace, prepared for this question, shared his insights on the project's sustainability initiatives. He emphasized the use of eco-friendly materials and advanced tec

Knowing Huxley, he probably knew. Although I hated the bastard, it was hard to ignore his capabilities. He had grown our pack from being a basic pack to being the strongest in all of Florida. He had also grown Pierxly in a short time of five years to be an international company that generated billions of dollars quarterly. I got off work as soon as my work timer got to zero, after a first day like this, I was dying to be in my bed, all wrapped up and away from this world. I could feel the deep yearning and throbbing for a run from Roxy and heaven knows, even I wasn’t sure she would hold out by the next full moon.

"I'm very good Taylor. And you?" "I'm fine. I was wondering if you have ten minutes." "Why?" "OK, so I'm doing a project about . . ." "Nope, sorry, Taylor. No can do." he shook his head. "But . . . you haven't even heard what it's about!" "I don't need to. Taylor Crewman plus unidentified project equals disaster with a capital D. I don't know about you but I'd rather not be called a - and I quote - short elf - unquote - on air."

“We were together for 5 goddamn years and we have lived together for 4 of them, I did your laundry paid your bills and you couldn’t even give me a heads up before you humped her in the back of the car that I paid the EMI for” “See I have no time for this crap, I have a news story. Do you wanna report it or not?” “What’s the story?” “You know that secret club that breaks off couples?” “It’s not a club it’s an agency that helps you get over breakups or helps you to UNlove someone, I did a story on them, remember?” “Ya, the UN-Love agency or whatever, one of their members has been exposed” “How do you know they are part of the agency none of their members ever reveal their identity”

She says, exasperated. "Well, not just that. We are the richest pack on the east side. It makes sense." "Not for long. Regent pack is catching up" Nora, cracks her knuckles. "Ooh, fun". I chew the last of my breakfast. "Isn't their luna attending the ball? she isn't mated yet right?" I ask, putting my plate in the dishwasher. "Luna Maia? oh she's not attending. She's out of country, I think it's bc she doesn't want to find her mate". "Why not? isn't it time, she became luna 2 years back, it's the perfect time". "It's probably complicated, it could be anyone. What if she mates with an alpha? could be mason, too bad she's absent. It'll be a complex situation". "Ascended lunas usually mate with

A silent warning in his gaze. My little flame has a grit to her jaw. She clearly doesn’t look pleased, and that clenches my heart. Her gray eyes are just on Patricia, like she took something from her. Then it clicks in my mind. According to Bones, she came up with the idea for this project. It’s only natural that she presents it. “Project Phoenix is…uh…an anonymous crypto wallet that’ll…” “Whose idea is it to create this project?” I interrupt the stammering chick.