

Digital Hearts
Odeimor Junior Alfred · Ongoing · 235.9k Words
Introduction
As Arabella stalks Cassian Hawthorne’s cutting-edge tech headquarters, sleek hallways with faultless lighting inside glass buildings, she is thrown into a maelstrom of passion and danger. Her own burgeoning feelings for Cassian, a visionary hellbent on erasing isolation, may not even be her own—perhaps Astra has been playing with her emotions? The callous corporate ambitions of Darius Knight and the dire portents of Dr Vivienne Sinclair push her to face a painful reality: In a world that uses data to stave off want, authenticity is a privilege.
In “Digital Hearts,” every beat of the heart is scrambled to the ticking clock of ethical compromise. As Arabella struggles to distinguish between true connection and artificial care, will she embrace the transformative potential of technology — or resist the human spirit that it threatens to consume?
Will she take the chance to trust her heart, or will Astra’s digital seductiveness claim her agency?
Chapter 1
Arabella Sterling awoke to the gentle hum of her automated blinds opening, exposing the sprawling, neon-lit skyline of Meridian City. Dawn’s early light bounced off glass towers, spilling cheerful colors into her small apartment. The room was a combination of modern minimalism and understated technology—a reflection of the city’s fixation with progress. Smart surfaces showed the schedule for the day, a holographic assistant started reading the latest headlines.
She took a stretch, fragments of a strange dream troubling the corners of her brain. In the dream, an unrecognizable hell-hound had reached out for help, and their voice had ricocheted off a void. That memory haunted her conscience, pulled at it, torturing her with images of her years as a social worker, visiting the worst vulnerabilities that people knew.
As Arabella walked toward the kitchen, she could smell the holographic food-prep assistant preparing synthetic coffee. She got a cup and poured, fingertips grazing the cool, smooth texture of the countertop. The energy of the city was palpable, a never-ending reminder of the technological advance that both eased and choked her.
What was carved out of her morning routine was interrupted by a soft chime coming from her wall display. An envelope on the screen blinked insistently, catching her eye. Out of curiosity, she stepped forward to the display and gently tapped it. With a soft animation, the envelope opened to reveal a sleek and minimalist invitation to a tech conglomerate known for its cutting-edge AI developments: Hawthorne Innovations.
“Dear Ms. Sterling,” the message read, “We are excited to invite you to join in the beta testing of our latest project, Astra — an empathic A.I. that aims to revolutionize how we interact with each other as human beings. Your experience with the work in emotional well-being makes you a perfect candidate to lead this pioneering effort.”
Arabella's heart raced. To be invited by Hawthorne Innovations was both an honor and a mystery. She had, of course, heard things about their ambitious projects, but she had never dealt with them personally. The letter ended with instructions to show up for an orientation session the next morning, and she now felt a jumble of hope and anxiety.
Arabella considered the implications of the invitation while she drank her coffee. This was an opportunity to make a meaningful impact — or was there something more insidious at play? Her instincts, sharpened by years of guiding others through their struggles, told her to be careful. However, the opportunity to contribute to the ethical development of artificial intelligence ignited a glimmer of hope within her.
Electronic music throbbed in the air, the city outside alive with drones and flickering holographic advertisements. From the window, Arabella watched the peaceful morning outside, while the tension boiling inside her beared no resemblanceed. But she feared in taking up this invitation, she would be embarking on a route filled with unforeseen challenges and moral dilemmas.
Arabella stood up as the sun made its ascent into the sky, and covered the city with golden rays. She would go to the orientation with a need to know that technology could be made to really better humanity without sacrificing its humanity at its very core. Unknown to her, however, this decision would tie her destiny with that of Hawthorne Innovations—and the mysterious Cassian Hawthorne—launching them on a path that would challenge the very nature of love, trust, and ethical integrity.
Arabella stepped into the kitchen, the minimalist design of her apartment this clean, muted slate was the opposite of the fracas of feelings in her. Holographic food-prep assistant quickly prepared her breakfast, laying out synthetic fruits and a freshly brewed cup of coffee on the counter. Her fingers hovered over its golden yellow skin before she peeled it open with practiced ease.
She was picking through her dinner while she went over what the invitation from Hawthorne Innovations had contained in her head. She had always regarded the company as a pioneer in the field of AI, but it seemed to her tricks were notoriously hard to pin down. With years of work dedicated to ethical technology development, Arabella had a keen sense of where the boundaries lay between the service of the greater good and the despicable manipulation of human weaknesses. This invitation seemed like a proposition metaphor—or a possible snare.
Her reverie was broken by her wall display gently dinging. This time, it was an alert about the upcoming tech conventions in the city — stuff she had tuned out in favor of more hands-on community work. Her past and present roles made for a stark contrast that neatly illustrated the balancing act she was trying to perform between technology and humanity.
Arabella put her banana down, her eyes on the invitation again. The holographic screen glittered with Hawthorne Innovations' sleek logo at its center, a beacon of advanced progress. She reread the message over and over, lingering over the fine print. It contained no hidden clauses or overt demands — just an honest offer to contribute her skills to the development of Astra.
A knock on her door startled her out of her reverie. And she opened it to the sight of a messenger drone hovering just outside, buzzing gently as it delivered a small package. Arabella took the delivery, noticing the elegant calligraphy inscribed upon the drone, a subtle but sure sign of Hawthorne Innovations' attention to detail. It intrigued her; she carried the package inside, unwrapped the layers, and discovered entwined, plush beings, and high-diddle gadgets — probably a prototype, maybe even the holy interface to Astra's sentient Database.
With each familiar sight, excitement mixed with trepidation coursed through her veins as she examined the device. What part would she have in this grand experiment? The invitation had indicated an opportunity to influence the future of empathetic AI, but Arabella couldn’t shake the undertones of hostility she’d noticed earlier. Years of experience leading others had developed her instincts, which whispered caution.
Arabella called her friend Dahlia Kensington, a razor-tongued digital ethics journalist who had a knack for exposing corporate hucksters. They had worked together on projects shining a light on unethical practices in the tech world, and Arabella trusted Dahlia’s judgment completely.
Dahlia answered, her voice peppy as ever. "Hey, Arabella! Just saw your message. Congrats on the invitation! Sounds exciting."
“Thanks, Dahlia,” Arabella said, sounding worried. "But something feels off. Hawthorne Innovations isn’t exactly a transparent company. Why would they specifically ask for me?”
Dahlia listened, the wheels of her analytical mind turning. “Perhaps they recognize something special in your heritage. Or maybe they’re hoping to rehabilitate their image vis-à-vis an ethical person like you. Either way, stay sharp. These large tech companies are like black boxes — full of secrets you don’t want to know.”
Arabella nodded, taking in her friend’s advice. "I will. I just hope that this opportunity will be what it says it is, to help people with no hidden agenda.”
Dahlia chuckled softly. “When has that ever been so simple? Just watch your back and don’t be afraid to bail if it gets sketchy.”
Arabella hung up the phone feeling reinvigorated. Though she understood that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy — competition would be fierce and technologies constantly evolving — her dedication to a future of ethical innovation eclipsed any notions of fear. Arabella looked up from the package she had just received from Hawthorne Innovations—her conscience still nagging her with Dahlia's serious tone—and braced herself for the blinding eye of the media, not knowing that on the other side of the world, her new partner lurked in the shadows.
The driverless taxi moved like a ghost over the elevated highway as the panoramic windows provided Arabella with an unhindered view of Meridian City’s beating heart. The city pulsed with life—floating billboards blared targeted ads at pedestrians, drones zigzagged between skyscrapers, ferreting out mechanical deliveries like clockwork. The way that AI had embedded itself in virtually every aspect of life was impressive, but also a bit spooky.
Arabella scanned over the holographic dashboard, which had already adjusted the route according to live traffic data and her preferences. She saw a billboard advertising the latest tech-fest, vibrantly colored and blinking, a reflection of the city’s fever dream of innovation. This aspect of the convention brought the promise of cutting-edge developments, pictures of solutions take live, from companies such as Hawthorne Innovations.
It was then that Arabella noticed—as the taxi made its way through the cityscape—that the AI systems around her were having some subtle glitches. On a stormy afternoon, a weather update on a digital billboard had called for lots of sun. In the vicinity, a fleet of delivery drones interrupted flight, hovering in midair, rotors stopping before they started moving normally again. Such minor imperfections were rare, but they were hints of a nebulous flaw in the otherwise perfectly calibrated technological veneer of the city.
She skimmed over a large holo-screen in front of her, displaying a news report about AI being used in public services. The presenter, an AI-generated avatar with lifelike mannerisms, talked about the pros and cons of empathetic AI companions like Astra. Arabella shivered as the segment quietly mirrored her own ethical dilemma. It sounded too much like what Hawthorne Innovations would expect from H.
The holographic advertisements flickered, as a burst of energy disturbed the city of Skytopia, warping their pictures into liquid forms before snapping them back into focus. The self-driving taxi creaked a bit, briefly breaking its smooth gliding pattern. Arabella felt a momentary quickening of heart rate — these glitches were coming more regularly than usual, a possible sign of stresses in the city’s AI infrastructure.
She looked out, saw a drone delivering medical supplies to a nearby building on a trajectory soft enough that its payload poured harmlessly into the street. The drone quickly corrects, and continues its way without missing a beat. Arabella couldn’t shake the feeling that the small disturbances were more than simple technical hiccups; they were splotches of a deeper malfunctioning underneath the smooth surface of the city.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the appearance of a familiar face on the side of the billboard—Cassian Hawthorne, the enigmatic head of Hawthorne Innovations. He was waxing lyrical about Astra’s ability to revolutionise human relationships, his magnetism almost escaping the confines of the hologram. Arabella wavered between interest and wariness. As she later told me, she had only seen his professional persona, but there was an intensity in his eyes that suggested a personal drive far beyond the corporate kind.
As the driverless taxi neared her destination, Arabella couldn’t shake the feeling that Meridian City, with its technological wonders, was hovering at the edge of something monumental. The glitches served as a reminder that even the most sophisticated of systems can trip up, and she thought about whether Astra’s development could serve as a spark that would lead to broader changes — some good, and some that could be perilous. Arabella got out of the taxi and took a deep breath, bracing herself on the way into Hawthorne Innovations. The hidden tensions of the city mirrored her own internal struggles, priming her for the ethical battles and emotional entanglements to come.
Last Chapters
#201 EPILOGUE
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#200 CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#199 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-NINE
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#198 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-EIGHT
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#197 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-SEVEN
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#196 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-SIX
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#195 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-FIVE
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#194 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-FOUR
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#193 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-THREE
Last Updated: 5/29/2025#192 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-TWO
Last Updated: 5/29/2025
You Might Like 😍
A pack of their own
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
To protect what’s mine
The Badass Mafia Princess and Family
Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions
After finding out her boyfriend cheated, the last thing she expected was to stumble across a wounded man in an alley. And definitely not one with fangs. But thanks to a mix of cocktails, shame, and her questionable life choices, she takes him home. Turns out, he’s not just any vampire—he’s a king. And according to him, she’s his fated mate.
Now, she’s stuck with an overprotective, brooding bloodsucker who keeps rescuing her, a growing list of enemies who want her dead, and an undeniable attraction that’s making it very hard to remember why falling for a vampire is a terrible idea.
Because if she’s not careful, she won’t just lose her heart—she’ll lose her humanity.
Goddess Of The Underworld.
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armor, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of a border pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to stay; of cake, iron, and daylight negotiations. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a why-choose, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
The Prison Project
Can love tame the untouchable? Or will it only fuel the fire and cause chaos amongst the inmates?
Fresh out of high school and suffocating in her dead-end hometown, Margot longs for her escape. Her reckless best friend, Cara, thinks she's found the perfect way out for them both - The Prisoner Project - a controversial program offering a life-changing sum of money in exchange for time spent with maximum-security inmates.
Without hesitation, Cara rushes to sign them up.
Their reward? A one-way ticket into the depths of a prison ruled by gang leaders, mob bosses, and men the guards wouldn't even dare to cross...
At the centre of it all, meets Coban Santorelli - a man colder than ice, darker than midnight, and as deadly as the fire that fuels his inner rage. He knows that the project may very well be his only ticket to freedom - his only ticket to revenge on the one who managed to lock him up and so he must prove that he can learn to love…
Will Margot be the lucky one chosen to help reform him?
Will Coban be capable of bringing something to the table other than just sex?
What starts off as denial may very well grow in to obsession which could then fester in to becoming true love…
A temperamental romance novel.
The mafia princess return
Letting Go
That fateful night leads to Molly and her best friend Tom holding a secret close to their hearts but keeping this secret could also mean destroying any chance of a new future for Molly.
When Tom's oldest brother Christian meets Molly his dislike for her is instant and he puts little effort into hiding it. The problem is he's attracted to her just as much as he dislikes her and staying away from her starts to become a battle, a battle that he's not sure he can win.
When Molly's secret is revealed and she’s forced to face the pain from her past can she find the strength to stay and work through the pain or will she run away from everything she knows including the one man who gives her hope for a happy future? Hope that she never thought she would feel again.
Surrendering to Destiny
Graham MacTavish wasn't prepared to find his mate in the small town of Sterling that borders the Blackmoore Packlands. He certainly didn't expect her to be a rogue, half-breed who smelled of Alpha blood. With her multi-colored eyes, there was no stopping him from falling hard the moment their mate bond snapped into place. He would do anything to claim her, protect her and cherish her no matter the cost.
From vengeful ex-lovers, pack politics, species prejudice, hidden plots, magic, kidnapping, poisoning, rogue attacks, and a mountain of secrets including Catherine's true parentage there is no shortage of things trying to tear the two apart.
Despite the hardships, a burning desire and willingness to trust will help forge a strong bond between the two... but no bond is unbreakable. When the secrets kept close to heart are slowly revealed, will the two be able to weather the storm? Or will the gift bestowed upon Catherine by the moon goddess be too insurmountable to overcome?
Mr. Ryan
He came closer with a dark and hungry expression,
so close,
his hands reached for my face, and he pressed his body against mine.
His mouth took mine eagerly, a little rudely.
His tongue left me breathless.
“If you don't go with me, I'll fuck you right here.” He whispered.
Katherine kept her virginity for years even after she turned 18. But one day, she met an extremely sexual man Nathan Ryan in the club. He had the most seductive blue eyes she has ever seen, a well-defined chin, almost golden blonde hair, full lips, perfectly drawn, and the most amazing smile, with perfect teeth and those damn dimples. Incredibly sexy.
She and he had a beautiful and hot one-night stand...
Katherine thought she might not meet the man again.
But fate has another plan
Katherine is about to take on the job of assistant to a billionaire who owns one of the biggest companies in the country and is known to be a conquering, authoritative and completely irresistible man. He is Nathan Ryan!
Will Kate be able to resist the charms of this attractive, powerful and seductive man?
Read to know a relationship torn between anger and the uncontrollable desire for pleasure.
Warning: R18+, Only for mature readers.
“Burn those who burned me!”
Burn those who burned me is an anthology book circulated on truth; justice; and REVENGE!
Story #1 The Ballad of Rabena Price.
Story #2 The rebirth of Clara Granger
Story #3 The violin of Graceland Teague
Story #4 The list for Josie Taylor
Story #5 COMING SOON!