Showing results for "The Assistant" in Science Fiction

Admiral Stonefist has long served the Emperor with unwavering loyalty, defending the Imperium and driving its expansion across the stars. A hardened veteran of countless campaigns, his faith in the ideals that once guided him is faltering. His new assistant, Kinnit the Kobold, is brimming with joy to be assigned to the coveted Ninth Fleet. She arrives filled with hope and energy, eager to rise through the ranks of the Imperial Navy and earn her kin a place in the Imperium. Together, they uncover a conspiracy that could shatter the galaxy.

Assigned to break a VR smuggling ring, Siegn makes his first visit to the Moon—but his chief suspect is found dead. Now he must solve the murder before the killer strikes again. That’s not going to be easy. On the Moon, VR is a way of life, and no one wants a Martian prying into the reality beneath the glamorous fantasies. But reality gatecrashes the party when hackers attack the Moon’s prized space elevator. Now the race is on to find the criminals before catastrophe strikes.

I’m a corporate whistleblower running for my life, so I take the first job I can find off planet. Now, I’m a lowly assistant for some rich devil named Hannibal Hellstone. And when I say “devil", I mean devil. As in this guy’s skin is dark red, he has shiny black horns, sharp fangs, silver-tipped claws, and a barbed tail. This Hyrrokin is scary AF, and his eight-year-old son looks just like him.

A creepy boss and men who steal my work send me running to IEP and away from science. I want a new life, and I’m going to another planet to find one. One rule: no more science. But when I end up on Macros, nothing has changed, and I’m forced right back into the lab. I don’t want to be a biologist. And I refuse to fall for my boss. But Rahl is nothing like the guys back on Earth. Maybe, life on Macros is what I’ve been searching for, after all.

2004: In historic Charleston, recently divorced art conservator Gamble Vance throws herself into her career restoring centuries-old miniature portraits. But one portrait haunts her: a woman in a fox stole, with familiar hazel eyes. When Gamble meets a girl in an alley, she's convinced it's the...

Valentine Orphanet had an fairly ordinary life until one grey day, she saw that advert in a news agent's window: "Position of employment offered for a researcher/assistant in the field of occult resolution." It seemed more interesting than basic paperwork and filing, but no where did it say anything about exposure to witches, gnomes, fae, creatures of the night, or vampires that share our world with us without our knowledge.

Junior AIID agent Lauren Sage is unexpectedly thrust into the biggest case the Department's had in years. She's sent to work undercover as the assistant on Kerr Dracos's stage act. He's created a home for displaced aliens from all over the galaxy, recreating an old-fashioned sideshow in the Grotesquerie. Humans think it's an illusion, remaining unaware the "freaks" in the show are actually aliens living among them. But someone is using the show as a way to sell illegal and dangerous alien technology.

Claire, the Devil's assistant, knows very little about the world she was dropped into five years ago, when she inherited her mother's unpaid debt to the Demon King. She certainly didn't expect to be a contender for the Fallen Queen's throne, a target for the Druid King's mafia, or a suspect in the murder of Junior, the Devil's oldest hell spawn. In a last ditch effort to save her life and get out of her deal with the Devil, she sets out to solve Junior's murder only to be taken prisoner by the four most dangerous immortal hell spawn alive.

Meeting my sexy alien CEO, I never dreamed that he wished to devour me as well. Now, I’m opening up my heart to him and I have to accept everything he gives me. After I gave up my fake boyfriend to my sister, I knew it was time for me to get away. I had no clue what was going to come from it, thinking that after everything, I need to do it for me. Being an assistant, it was supposed to be an easy job.