Cute Zero Two Novels & Stories

Taking a few steps to the next room, he traces the numbers with his hand as he chanted. “2, 0, 0,” accidentally took a wrong step slipping and bumping his head hard to the door, and earning a bump. A number turns way down, now reading once more. “2, 0, 0, 6.” Confirming, he took his key card only to find out that it is unlocked with the door slightly opens finding a shoe to be the culprit. “A shoe? Did I leave it here? I couldn’t remember.”

His caramel skin was flawless and he looked like the vogue model with perfectly cut jawline rimmed with faint facial hair, high cheekbones, angular nose, perfectly sculpted black eyebrows, thick eyelashes which rimmed the beautiful yet bone chilling black eyes that seemed like the depths of the hell. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Zero." He announced and the five officers just watched with their breaths caught up, eyes wide like saucers with a single thought in their heads. THIS MAN IS ZERO?

The shock of Zero’s statement left me paralyzed, my mind reeling as I stared up at him. "Are you serious?" I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Zero’s sharp blue eyes glinted in the dim light of the alley as he stood to his full height. Without saying a word, he pointed directly at me, a slow and deliberate motion that sent a shiver down my spine. His meaning was clear even before he spoke again, his voice low and unwavering. "I want you, Cassie. Your body. Your loyalty and everything about you that could satisfy me. I want to claim you mine."

Zitumi said and settled her cheeks in a smile. What In the name of junk talks’ name? “What are you talking about?” I asked her, confused. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that you’re the ‘One with Two.’” Zitumi said, continuing with more muddling parables. I heard Cayden curse from the side but I sank deep into my thoughts, however. One with Two. Cursed but blessed. That sounds oddly familiar. “I think she wants you to explain things in plain words to her.” Cayden was helping in telling Zitumi that her narration was too strange and ambiguous. “Your words are—”

Zero answered. Dina silently stared at him before asking with a broken voice, her voice quieting at the end “Y-you, h-h-how… h-how did you know?” “Your face was completely red, your eyes filled with tears and you kept on biting your lips to keep calm. It’s alright Dina, I’m like a robot who can’t feel anything so if you cry I won’t find you pitiful, neither will I mock you and I’ve never laughed before so rest assured, I won’t laugh at you,” Zero said calmly and for a moment Dina felt his usual robotic voice held more life in it, or maybe his words were making her so sentimental she became delusional.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.