Familiar Zero Novels & Stories

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

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 Resolution of the Absolute-Zero A "Blinding-White-Frequency" erupted from the "Zero-Point," traveling out through all "Temporal-Wells" and "Multiverse-Lattices." The "Founders" didn't just "Dissolve"; they "Integrated" as the "Primary-Frequency." The "Absolute-Zero" was now "Online." The "Universal-Debt" was "Permanently-Deleted." Dominic pulled back—not into a body, but into a "Conscious-Frequency." He looked at the "Zero," which was now "Growing" with a "Sovereign-Potential."

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.

Lizzie, on the other hand, was leaning on the arm of the sofa, grinning from ear to ear like a shark. “Sit,” Valour said, pointing to the hard chair in front of his massive desk. I sat down gently, looking down with a fake remorse. “A zero.” He said the word like it was a curse. “Out of one hundred. Not a forty. Not a twenty. A zero.” I didn’t say anything.

“I’ve seen pictures. I recall one from Central Park.” My stomach suddenly twisted. “Wrong place, wrong time.” “Ten millimeter. Most likely shot from a Glock 20. Automatic with a magazine that holds fifteen rounds, yet only one shot was fired.” Oren and I stared at Luca. None of that was common knowledge. “How? How do you know that?” I asked. “Family,” Vincent replied. “What are you saying?” Oren asked. “When family, even those we haven’t seen in years, is threatened in our backyard, we look into it.”

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying. As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resembled Azria too much to be coincidental. Azria had to be his son, or closely related to him. The more she stared at Mr. Anderson the more familiar his features became. The tip of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he creased his eyebrows. Azria was identical to him. Boston Mass. 2000

Cindy's POV I boarded the bus that was going to take me back home from my graduation which I had just attended all by myself. I know I should feel sad but I'm surprisingly not, because I know my mum would have loved to be there but she unfortunately couldn't make it since she had been busy preparing the house for the arrival of the Smith's which was fast approaching, I heard they were coming back in two day's time. Anyways I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Cindy Mensah, I'm eighteen and I live with my mum… if you could even call it that. What I meant is, my mum and I live together in the servant quarters of the Smith family.