Cute Zero Two Novels & Stories

​She walked to the safe, pulled out the two Letters of Intent from Sygnus and Cortex AI—the physical proof of our victory—and slammed them onto the table. ​"I propose we use the strength of the contract to create a new layer of security," she stated, her tone sharp and decisive once more. "We've focused too much on Vos. We need to focus on what happens next. The next project." ​"The next project?" ​"Yes. We start the planning for Phase Two: The London Exchange Tower. We leaked the Tudor Gambit to Vos, but we never revealed the true weakness of our partnership. Now we create a fake vulnerability in the new project's planning, a deliberate piece of bait for Vos, something so tempting he can’t

Jason' voice is golden, warm and sweet like the most exquisite honey, and Ammy knows already that she'll miss this during play, but she stubbornly shakes her head. "I want to do this." Jason and Sebestian share a look, before Sebestian gets up and walks towards Ammy to push the leather jacket from her shoulders once he's standing in front of her. "Do you remember your safe code?" Ammy nods. "Green means everything is okay and you can keep going. Yellow means I'm getting uncomfortable and need you to slow things down. And red means instantly stopping the session." "Very good. And your non-verbal code?" "Tapping one time means I'm okay. Two times means that it's starting to go too far. And thr

Worse: I watch her. I meet Clara's gaze. It's fixed. It's searching. It's waiting. It's not attacking. Not yet. I should say something. But I no longer know what's true. Or if I still believe in the truth. Jade comes back with two coffees. She hands me mine, our fingers brush. And it's there, in that tiny gesture, that everything wavers. — Thanks. — You're welcome, Éric. That name, said like that, with that deliberately neutral sweetness…

Noah's pov The applause continued while their lips were still locked. Laughter bled into celebration. And I stood there— Still burning, trying to process what I was looking at. My fingers tightened slowly around the glass in my hand. The faint crack of pressure barely registered over the noise in my head. ​Cassian moved first. Of course he did. ​He took a sharp step forward, then another. The air around him turning dangerous. ​“You’ve got some nerve,” he said. His voice was low, but it cut clean through the noise of the ballroom. “Disappearing for two years and walking back in like this?”

"That we made it here. That we have this." Harvey took my hand. "It's real. We're real." Declan kissed my temple. "And we're not going anywhere." When the twins were a year old, we had a small celebration. Claire decorated the living room with streamers she'd made herself. Luka and Zion brought presents. Maeve came with Matthew, who was now a thoughtful eight-year-old. We had cake and music and laughter. Rowan and Nora sat in their high chairs, smearing frosting on everything within reach. They were already so different—Rowan was more like Declan, intense and curious; Nora was more like Harvey, observant and calm.

Serves you right, girl. The man wiped his lips using his thumb and smiled at me. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was now wrinkled, and a few buttons were opened revealing his chiseled chest. His lips were red from the smooching. His hair was all messed up, but he still looked hella fine. He looked flirtatious too. Maybe even worse than Rico here. His dark eyes bore towards me, “Hi there, miss. My name is Zero. May I know yours?” He extended his hand, and now I just noticed that he had tattoos on his fingers up to his arms. The man knows he’s sexy, and that’s dangerous.

I nod subtly, urging him to go on. Gualterio pats Zero’s shoulder. “ Come on, boy. ” Zero shrugs his hand off his shoulder and turns around, climbing the stairs and reaching the red cushioned and golden-armed chair.