Holes Zero Character Novels & Stories

"You also have P.O. box in The Dalles for Organics Processing. When we get back to the office I'll give you the key. I'd guess that your credit card and checks are in the box right now." "Thank you! When will I get the first deposit?" "You already got a deposit in your ass! Oh, you mean money. I opened the account with ten thousand." "For ten thousand you can have your choice: fuck me in the ass again or I'll suck you off." "OK, OK. You can stop it now," Charlene said. I had watched Candice's face during the show. It had hardened and was frozen in pain. Tears fell without being noticed. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair. Her eyes never left the TV.

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

Rhounzi took a glimpse outside the window while her hand remained to hold a simplistic letter. It was attached to a white and gold minimalistic box of her favorite cupcakes. She has been used to it since their breakup. 'My love, houn, please come back... ' 'I love you so much.'

Again, he reminds her of Mathias despite the difference in eye and hair color. The ghost pointer lowers to and hovers over the Delete button and then… clicks it. | Are you sure you want to delete this character? Cancel OK | The pointer clicks OK and just like that, the character of Ecto disappears and only Kayzel remains.

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

“Well, Duke is kinda the guy with the tractor and the shotgun, but he’s also brilliant. They’re the best. The most loving people I know, and they are going to adore you.” We continued down the road, passing underneath a large HH Ranch sign. “What does the HH stand for?” I asked. “I’ve never been able to get Duke to tell me. “Oooh, a mystery.” “Probably not. I think Duke just likes fuckin’ with me. Pearl says is stands for, ‘Healing Hugs.’” Minus chuckled. “But I somehow doubt it.” “She sounds sweet,” I said, as Minus parked. “You should be prepared before we get out. They’re probably gonna make a big deal out of you being here.”

Under the luminous gaze of the full moon, the stronghold gathered in reverence. The air was heavy with anticipation, the scent of earth and magic weaving through the crowd. At the center of the sacred clearing stood Luna and Kael, poised for the ancient Bond Ritual—a ceremony no Alpha had invoked in centuries.

Static electricity made my hair stand up. "I don't like this," Null whispered, her light flickering nervously. "None of us do," I said. "But we need rest." Subject 13 found the main terminal, and Null interfaced with it. The lights came on with a weak buzz. Then a voice spoke from the speakers. "Welcome back, Subject Zero." I froze. "Subject Zero?" Kieran turned to me. "That was your designation before they gave you a name." "I never knew that."