Bna Zero Novels & Stories

She's reversed and calm, her massive shape makes her intimidating but nevertheless she's kind without a fault. "Is nwa m nwoke back?"( is my son back) she questions. "No he isn't back" I respond lowly. She hums and continues to cut distantly. Mama Anena story begins when she was dropped off in the mansion. Her mother told her to wait at the doorstep and knock obediently she obeyed. Once the door opened Mama mother was gone. "You look tired" she eyes me up and down a frown on her face. Assuring her quickly I add " I'm okay"

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Orange juice How Friday came fast! Lillian sat in office, everything is neatly arranged,she even bought biscuits and a carton of orange juice boxes. The lunch hour just started and everywhere became rowdy. Someone knocks on the door and she asks the person to come in,she actually thought it would be the principal but who she saw surprised her and she was glad someone finally came. "Hi,have you come for counseling?" The boy stared at her and blinked his eyes,he felt a little bit embarrassed.

the fat manager smiled coldly and said. Fiona counted carefully as her face darkened. “Why, why is it five zeros? This is really two hundred thousand per bottle?”

Zero. I stood still, staring at the empty steel chair in the center of the dim basement. The last time we spoke, I had drawn a gun on him at the canal bank, furious that he had hidden his initial contract with Victoria. But over the last few days, as the pieces of the Vance conspiracy fully aligned, I realized the truth. Zero had been handed a death sentence contract to extract me—and instead, he had risked his own life to train me, protect me, and turn me into someone who could fight back. He had lied about how we met, but he hadn't lied about wanting me free. "Can you bypass the secondary server at the venue, Zero?" I asked, my voice softer than it had been in months.

His organs were unruptured. He had survived the anvil. Baraka rolled onto his back, staring up at the clear blue sky, a ragged, exhausted laugh escaping his lips. Back in the Deep Warren, the radio crackled to life. "Command, this is Zero," Baraka’s voice came through, weary but triumphant. "The artillery is functional. Tell Malik to bring his iron. I’ll break it." The Free North had its weapon. Patient Zero had leveled up.

I can’t imagine the kind of joy of all three of those things working out. As we pull up to the house we bought for Nova and the driver shows our ID to the guards I feel a bot more relaxed knowing he is doing what we told him. Everyone, even us, needs to be checked before they enter. We all had to place our thumbs on a print scanner before he could let us in.

Then the first drone buzzed overhead. And from the back seat, Liana whispered: “They activated Protocol Zero.” “What’s Protocol Zero?” I asked, voice shaking. Liana looked at me. Her expression was no longer that of a child. “They’re not coming to take me,” she said. “They’re coming to erase me.”