I Am Zero Novels & Stories

I had no money to buy food! I had no friends! No family! I had NOTHING!! Breathe! "Lena, are you alright?" I heard Max's concerned voice from behind. "No, I'm not!" I yelled at him while turning to face him. He froze and I struggled to catch my breath. "First time you are telling the truth about it..." he almost whispered. "Oh, fuck you, Max, like you know me! Just leave already!" I raised my voice with frustration and turned away from him.

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.

Two weeks back, I found myself knee-deep in a mission to dismantle the nefarious web spun by those purveyors of fabricated scandals. My solitary endeavor was almost in full swing when, out of the blue, an unexpected message dropped into my digital realm. The sender bore the mysterious alias "Zero-One," which was as intriguing as a riddle whispered in the wind. "Who you are, I know," Zero-One's message began, each word dripping with enigma, concealing his true self beneath layers of anonymity. "Stop what you're doing."

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

I whispered finally, my voice barely audible. Veryon's eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing me. "You," he started, his tone cautious, "did you help him unlock his energy?" My breath caught in my throat as I hesitated. Slowly, I nodded, my lips pressing together in worry. Veryon's expression shifted, a mixture of awe and curiosity flashing across his features. "But how?" he continued. "You haven't even regained all your memories from the past, let alone mastered your own energy. How were you able to do that?"

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

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!"

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.