Grace Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

The air was unnaturally still, the kind of silence that made the sound of our boots on the gravel path feel like a series of gunshots. Luciano held the lead box—Santino’s scrambler—in his left hand. A faint, low-frequency hum emanated from the device, a vibration so subtle it felt more like a headache than a sound. It was the "Dead Zone." Within a twenty-yard radius of that box, we didn't exist to the satellites. We were ghosts in the machine.

Mike laughed out loudly. "I encouraged her to meet you earlier, boy, stop dreaming. She won't come after you," Mike continued laughing. "You can never date her. She is beyond your league. Your love for her is dateless! Please stay away from her. Just one word from me, she would hate you forever. If you value the 'hi' and 'hello' you are getting from her, please maintain it," Mike warned. "Dateless love can also mean love without an expiry date. Mark my word today," Brian said and walked swiftly away.

I say, still feeling grumpy about this whole mess. Grace takes me hand and pulls me to a stop. She runs her fingers over my temples and into my hair. “Let it go, my love. They aren’t a danger. It’s just like being in a room with a bunch of two-year-olds. It’s exhausting and tries your patience, but there’s no harm in it.” I close my eyes and let the tingles from her touch move across my head, soothing the headache that was threatening to burst my head in two. I lean my forehead down, touching hers before pulling her hips against mine. “Thank you, baby.”

We had stood under a tree and slipped the bracelets onto each other's wrists, promising to stay together until we were old and gray. But we didn't make it that far. Maybe fate had other plans. On Lester's first day at Wendell Group, my bracelet had suddenly snapped. I'd hurried home to fix it before going to the same chapel to have the pastor bless it again. I had thought that if the bracelet were mended, my relationship with Sandra would smooth out, too.

" I retrieved my phone, calmly saved the recording of their conversation, and left. Beatrice was taken aback when she spotted me and felt a twinge of guilt. Nevertheless, she swiftly composed herself and gestured with authority. "I've already spoken to our supervisor. You're getting a chance today. If you perform well, you can stay. I've granted you this opportunity, and you'll need to share half of the earnings with me." I passed by Beatrice without even giving her a glance, ignoring her as she cursed me behind my back. Afterward, Shawn attempted to gauge my reaction several times, wanting to know if I had heard Beatrice's words, but I casually brushed off his inquiries.

Jake Three days later, Elena still hadn't woken up. The operation had been successful but she had to be put in a medically induced coma because she had lost a lot of blood and was still in the red zone. if they had brought her in any later, it would have been too late to save her thankfully the bullet didn't hit any vital spot and she had been sagacious enough to put pressure on the wound which helped a lot. Jake hadn't left her side since she was brought into the private room he got for her, he had only left to take bathroom breaks when necessary and had ignored mike's plea for him to go home for a few hours at least instead he had made the guy bring clean shirts for him.

A low, familiar growl rumbled close to my ear, steady and grounding. Then — nothing.

I want to report that this man here, Joshua, is a spy for Healaland! Everyone backed away without even thinking.

I nod again and turn to walk out of my room. I'm done with that old man's son. I've gotten rid of Beatrice. Next up, a client whom I think has something worthwile to give. Collins Fisher.