Familiar Of Zero Crossover Novels & Stories

said another. Dev sat around the living room with his mother and the Saxenas. He kind of felt nervous. One, ever since he could remember, Rajan Saxena, a retired NRI, was never-so-friendly looking. With his haphazard smile, close-cut hair, square jaw and stony face, he looked more like a retired cop than an NRI. Dev dared not look at him. He feared that Rajan with his black, beady eyes could see right through him and access his deepest, dirtiest secrets, one that only he knew.

Gesa was a small city in Hanorak bordered by green vegetation, the people were mainly farmers, fishermen and traders, Infact it had the largest market west of Hanorak with stalls bursting to fullness with more wares than a mind could fathom there were cabbages and melons the size of a bull's head and grapes so sweet and juicy they stained the fingers a shocking purple for days after wards, there was a cobbler and a tanner and a cart full to spilling with buttered scones, the jeweller stood by his curtained tent enticing ladies to sample his wares and exclaiming how it brought out the light in their eyes or the milkiness of their skin, somewhere ahead a juggler juggled his colourful balls and

"CATEGORY ZERO APPLIES ONLY TO THE FOUNDATIONAL SUBSTRATE." "I am the foundational silence. Without me, the choir is just noise." The Auditor paused. Its spectacles cycled through seventeen calculation modes. "CATEGORY ZERO-POINT-FIVE. DESIGNATION: FOUNDATIONAL INTERVAL. CLASSIFICATION: ESSENTIAL BUT EASILY OVERLOOKED." "Story of my life," the Hollowsmith murmured. The compass settled into true north with the absolute, final, complete warmth of a device that had found the last piece of a puzzle it had been solving since the moment of its creation.

They are walking step by step as they cross along the shallow rough waters. "Yeah...she's been here awhile ago. The scent is still fresh." Fabien exclaims. His gamma vision imprints the one pair of footprints from the tap roots in front. "Let's go. We need to hurry or your little sister won't even see the rising sun in the next circle of the red moon."

She liked her world like this; controlled, immaculate, and hers. Her assistant had just left the report on the collaboration between Duval Holdings and CrossTech, and Clarisse skimmed it with the cool efficiency of a surgeon. Numbers, timelines, projected returns, upcoming brief, it was all there. Damon Cross, as always, delivered results with a surgeon’s blade.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

I was already too exultant and happiness flashed in my head when I remembered that I had my driver back to me baby! "I'll be pairing you all into groups since there aren't many of you students in this class." This was why I hated being separated into different sections. We had recently been splitted from our large class and I fell into this class. The boring lecturer had been pairing for quite a while now and I took the chance to groan at every chance I got, resting my head on my desk in frustration. "... Derek Winter and Sofia Wells." He paired some people. " Arlene Bryan…" he finally called my name after what I regarded as a million years, "...and Nathan Johnny." I froze on hearing the nam

Or the moon even though it now slumbers? So, I walk, losing track of time, as day fades towards dusk and the fireflies begin to come out to paint the sky. My phone buzzes in my pocket but I ignore it with an obsessive need to follow the invisible thread to where it ends or perhaps, begins. And then I catch a scent in the air. The rogue we are hunting has passed this way and not so long ago. And he was not alone, the wind also holds the smell of rain and roses, and jasmine and sandalwood, the Cross sisters. Bale’s musk is of sandalwood and grass, traces of which his cub inherited, just as I know I smell of my father’s cedar along with blood oranges. Every wolf has a distinct odor, much in th

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.