Woman In Big Bang Theory Novels & Stories

It was a graveyard in space. "This is where the Surgeon keeps the 'Difficult Cases " the woman explained. "The ones who fought the world. The ones who refused to be fuel for the machines." "My mother is here?" June asked. Her heart was pounding. "She was the first " the woman said. She walked toward a silver door. "She taught us that a soul cannot be turned into a computer file. A piece always stays behind." The woman touched the door. It vanished. Inside was a room that looked like a high-end operating room. In the center on a floating table was a woman.

A hand gently taps Luna's shoulder. Luna turns to see an unfamiliar, impeccably dressed woman standing beside her. "Just dealing with a minor inconvenience," Luna replies mildly. "Engaging with people who severely lack intellectual capacity is bad for your own brain," the stranger remarks dryly. Luna actually laughs out loud. Leaving Scarlett standing in the lobby vibrating with speechless rage, Luna follows the woman into the private dining hall. "I am Iris Shen," the woman introduces herself as they take their seats in the luxurious booth. "I am Mr. Shen's wife, as well as his executive secretary. He was called out of the country on an emergency, so I will be handling the project negotiati

Her face was cool and distant but her eyes softened as Proserpina glided up to her, somehow managing to look graceful despite her rounded belly, and ushered her in. “Aiyana! You haven’t met Hila, right?” she said gently and Hila nodded slightly. The woman with high cheekbones and slightly slanting eyes was of Native American descent, thought Hila, and she immediately deduced it to be Aiyana Laughing Water, James Schwartz's live-in partner and a former FBI agent. The woman’s black eyes were also assessing her keenly, and she gave a slight nod before sitting down beside Schwartz. Proserpina made her way to her husband and sank down onto the chair gratefully as the Boss reached across and gripp

“Doesn't it look strange to you? This shabby place has a top-class electric lock.” Kei nodded, surveying the screen. “I wonder what that bastard hides inside that hut.” The answer came a moment later as two guards walked inside and then pulled out a woman—a woman with her mouth gagged and cuffed hands. My stomach churned. “Holy shit,” Kei breathed out as we both stared at the screen, our eyes widening in horror. “Who the hell is she? Why do they keep her there?” A shudder coursed through me. Releasing a trembling breath, I did a close-up of her face. It was an Asian woman in her late forties, maybe fifties. Certainly, it was hard to guess her age correctly since she was gorgeous…

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

She nodded and returned to her screen. I stood in the middle of the lobby with my hands in my jacket pockets and looked at the elevator bank across the space. One of them was coming down. The numbers above it moved steadily. The doors opened. The woman who stepped out was not Elara. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties, wearing a dark blazer, tablet in hand also moving with the specific efficiency of someone who'd been sent to handle something and intended to handle it quickly. She crossed the lobby toward me and extended her hand.

"Lady, you ran into me." "If you hadn’t stood in front of me, why would I have bumped into you?" The woman looked at Madeline arrogantly, then folded her arms before smiling. "Are you an employee of Whitman Corporation? Do you know who I am? I’m one of the most important women in Mr. Whitman’s life. Can you afford to offend me? Hmph!" The woman glared at Madeline pretentiously and turned around roughly as soon as she was done talking. One of the most important women in Jeremy's life...?

she told Jian, already moving, already calculating threats and responses and possibilities. The security room was controlled chaos—screens flickering with multiple feeds, Han coordinating response with military precision, Min-ji and Luna already suited up and ready. "Who is it?" Chaewon demanded, pulling up feeds on her personal tablet. "You're not going to believe this," Han said, his voice tight with something between disbelief and concern. The woman on the screen was stunning. Elegant. Perfectly composed even with six weapons trained on her from various angles. Designer clothes. Professional hair. The kind of beauty that turned heads and opened doors.

At this point, Wang Xu had just made it to the second floor of the building and was heading to the security post when he noticed a certain bespectacled woman with plain looks walking from another direction. Upon seeing this, he immediately observed everyone present, only to realize that they were casting hidden glances at both him and this woman. Needless to say, this woman was the Department Head of HR for the Sanming Gaming Studio, Shirona Yui. When the two crossed paths, Wang Xu gave her a simple greeting and received one in return. Seeing this, those curious eyes looking for a bit of early morning drama were slightly disappointed. Unfortunately for them, they missed the slight exchange b

See the heart of administrator operations. A massive room. Cathedral-sized. Hundreds of screens showing different worlds, different games, different teams of deadies fighting and dying. Dozens of figures in white coats—scientists? administrators? both?—moving between stations, analyzing data, making notes, controlling everything. And in the center, sitting in a chair that looked more like a throne carved from black metal and crystallized data, a woman. Tall. Silver hair pulled back severely. Eyes that glowed with the same cold intelligence as the scouts but brighter, more aware, more terrifyingly human.