I Am Zero Novels & Stories

I can hear someone calling my name, but I can't tell if I am in a dream or if someone is calling my name. I heard it again. This time more clearly, which made me jump up in fright. ''Ivy. Love. Wake up. We have to go.'' I hear Roman, and based on his voice tone... Something has happened. I looked around and realized that I had slept on the couch. And my back is completely numb. Why is this couch so uncomfortable? I could see Roman walking back and forth with bags in his hands as he placed them at the main entrance.

He didn't move nor flinch at all. "Sir please, I live at 14 Duotrope Street. Do you know where that is? And can you help me find my way back? I do not know how I got here". He said. No response still. He walked closer and stretched his hand to touch the man, immediately the man charged up at him violently with tightly clenched teeth. His eyeballs immediately turned to balls of fire. Jason was scared to death and started running immediately. The man chased after him. Jason kept on running so fast till he tripped and fell.

the distance between us made me feel like he was looking past me, not at me. "Enough moping," I said aloud. "You are hot. You are going to drink margaritas. You are going to eat a bowl of nachos the size of your head." I snapped a candid of myself in the mirror, posing with one hand on my hip, and shot it across to the Margarita Senoritas group chat. Marissa: FANDANGOS BABY! Cleo: DAMN girl, you are fire! followed by a gif of a woman rising from ashes like a phoenix.

He leaned against the polished, white-marble island, swiping his hand through the air to interact with the holographic display projected from the countertop. Glowing digital numbers hovered in the warm morning air. Sixteen million credits. It was a sum of money that broke the boundaries of basic comprehension for someone born in the Rust Belt. It wasn't just survival money. It was absolute, undeniable freedom. It was the kind of wealth that allowed a man to buy an entire residential block, hire a private security firm, and never look over his shoulder again. Ren closed out the banking application and opened the Aegis Online global leaderboards. [RANK 1: SQUAD ZERO - WRAITH, TANK, JINX.]

I like me like this sometimes; it helps me come to terms with this hateful world. I forgot to introduce you; my name is Olivia George Michaelson. I'm 17 years old and in the last fun of high school. I have white skin; when they see me, everyone thinks I have a disease. I hate when it happens. Yes, I was sick before, but I'm not now. I have blue eyes like my brother and hair. Tall build and toned body, I'm a normal girl... hey, I'm not totally normal; you'll find out later, and so will my family.... It's five in the morning now. I know it's too early, but my dad insisted we have the day in the new city from the start. I've fallen asleep a bit, and I have nothing to do after that...

he retorted with a small grin. “True,” I shrugged. “How many have you gotten familiar with so far?“ I couldn't resist asking. If he'd established any form of friendship with Higan, I would like to know so I can steer clear of him. “Zero,” his shoulders slumped. For a brief second, he reminded me of a puppy denied its treats. I resist laughing at his demeanor.

Thump … thump … thump … thump … thump … It was completely dark, it seemed like the end of space, no light, no life it all seemed so empty to Layla. “Hello!” Layla called out. But only the sound of her feet hitting down on the wet floor, answered her. “Will!” Layla called out again, but nothing, not even an echo. Layla didn’t feel scared, like she expect herself to, but more curious, like she was supposed to find something, but she didn’t know what, all she could find was darkness. She looked to her left, her right, up at the sky and beneath her, but there was nothing … nothing except her, the darkness, and the water on the groun

Patience Matt, here you are dealing with Hana, the crazy and innocent genius. "Come on, Hana, I've given you the password, you don't have a lot of capital, do you? You can't just buy a quota!" "Tsk, it's not that you can't. Everything is possible, Matt, it's just that my salary has run out before the month has passed and I'm a homeless person with no capital."

He closed his eyes, opened them, and stared at the screen again. His thumb hovered uselessly above the glass. Instinctively, his eyes darted to the top of the portal page to double-check the routing parameters. He checked the account identifier first. The name listed was Ethan Vale. He checked the deployment reference marker. Node 04 — Industrial Logistics Complex. Correct. He checked the settlement execution date. Today’s timestamp. Correct. Then his eyes traveled back down to the final payout line. His brow furrowed deeply. "No," he whispered, his voice flat with immediate disbelief. "That's... that's a system glitch. Someone dropped a zero. Or three."

He ignored her, turning his attention to me. I pulled against my restraints, panic surging through my exhausted body. The straps held firm. I was a sitting duck. Kazi walked toward me. The whirrr-clank of his suit was terrifyingly loud. He stopped inches from my face, the smell of oil and old blood rolling off him. He looked at me with a mixture of disgust and pity. "Patient Zero," Kazi said, his voice low. "The boy who wouldn't die." "Please," I rasped, my throat raw. "I didn't do anything."