I Am Zero Novels & Stories

I smiled. I led the way and Matteo followed. No one cares challenge Serena Riccardo. I destroyed Rocco and other Mafia bosses and I alone shall rule the underworld with every Mafia group bowing to me cause I Am The Boss.

She managed to respond. Miss. Anna walked in. "Wake up, my angel; Breakfast is served" She pressed the power button of her iPhone 12 Promax to check what time it was, only to realize that she missed Edwin's call ten good times.

At the time Lani's mother died, Zane's family treated her as their own daughter. Among her three friends, Zane was the closest to Raine. It is because he's the first one he met and they made more happy memories than the others. Among all of them, Zane's the most talented and most shy. He wants to write mystery novels and Raine's the first one reading his works. "You're right!" Lani beamed. "Indeed!" Raine replied, "So meet you at our house later?" "At your house? But isn't it still dangerous?" Zane asked. "You can be hurt!"

A woman stood beside the fourth crib. Her face was hidden. But around her neck was the Serael symbol. She looked directly into the camera. And smiled. The screen went black. A single message appeared. YOU LET GO OF REVENGE. Then another. GOOD. My stomach tightened. The final message appeared. NOW YOU ARE READY TO LEARN WHO YOU REALLY ARE. And beneath it was a name I had never seen before. SUBJECT ZERO-C.

Auren's expression changed. “Zero…” Zero slowly removed the darkness surrounding his body. For the first time— Auren saw him clearly. No armor. No shadows. No ancient power. Just a young man. Same face as Auren. Same eyes. Same smile. But sadder. Much sadder. Zero whispered: “My name was never Zero.” Auren stepped closer. “Then what was it?” Zero looked at him. “Kael.” Kael froze. “What?” Zero looked at him. “No.”

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

He chuckles out loud while spinning around on the chair like a maniac. Isabelle wakes up from her unconsciousness and slowly tries to sit up. Her body feels so weak, there’s no energy left in her. None at all, to fight or scream out for help. She needs water, she doesn’t remember for how long she hasn’t had a drop of water. “Please, I need water.” She whispers before falling back on the chair completely and losing her consciousness.

"Who are you? What was your name before they put you in that glass box?" "Name? I was the First Daughter. I was the prototype for a perfection that none of you could ever hope to understand," she replied, her white-light eyes fixing on Nomo. She tilted her head, a sharp, bird-like motion that felt entirely mechanical. "I am Subject Zero. I was the bridge between the dirt and the stars. And I have been dreaming of the day I would finally taste the air of a world without my mother’s thumb on my chest."

“Everything is monitored. Everything is compromised. This message is risky, but time is no longer something we have.” She leaned closer to the camera, like she was speaking only to me. “I am not Jon Tulip. I was never his prisoner, and I was never his weapon. I was his proof of concept. His first success. His greatest mistake.” I felt the silver veins under my skin pulse in response, slow and heavy, like a second heartbeat. “I want to meet you in neutral territory,” Subject Zero said. “No soldiers. No operatives. No handlers. Just us. I will explain your bloodline. Your abilities. And what Jon was really trying to create.”