Less Than Zero Novel Novels & Stories

"Please. Come back. I will kill her for you. I will burn the packhouse, I will—" "Too late." I turned, my projection already fading as I withdrew to waking. Over my shoulder, I threw the last stone: "I am coming to collect the debt. Not as your mate. As your extinction." I opened my eyes to the northern dawn. The pup kicked hard, as if in approval. Somewhere south, I knew, Leon woke screaming again—this time with no one to call him Alpha, and no one to believe his lies. The rot had set in. Now we would watch it spread.

She stared for a second, then replied, “if it’s 500$, yes. But around 10,000 dollars? No baby. I can’t even afford my rent that’s why I’m living off two grown men. Plus, I’m taking care of a grown adult—Frank.” She leaned in and asked, “you’re being sold off? To who?” I faked a laugh. “Ha ha. That’s ridiculous. I said if, besides it’s for a novel I’m working on,” I said, trying to shake it off. She shrugged, “if you say so,” She wiped off her tears and stood up. “Let’s go,” she said. “Where?” I asked. “To the club.” She replied. Before I could respond, a message popped up on my phone. I clicked it and it was from an unknown ID. The message was a document, I opened it and my jaw dropped as I

She closed his résumé folder with a soft, deliberate *snap*. "That is either an act of remarkable human resilience..." She paused, her index finger tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the leather cover. "...or remarkable delusion." Ethan chuckled softly. "It could very well be a healthy mix of both." Her quiet curiosity deepened. "You readily admit that?" "I'd be lying to you—and to myself—if I claimed four hundred and sixteen rejections didn't sting," Ethan said, his gaze drifting for a brief second toward the sprawling city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows behind her.

He doesn’t ever leave his little fortress of perceived safety and just seems to be taking quiet walks by himself through the gardens. Once the sun dips behind the mountains, allowing the darkness of night to consume the world, I head back to the Underworld. I make my way back to one of my safehouses, drop my assassin outfit in a locked chest under the floorboard, then discretely leave as Tiffany Baxter, the cute, shy, quiet lady with the green eyes, short stature, and platinum blonde hair dressed in casual clothing with tennis shoes. I go to the house I mainly reside at as Tiffany, which is quite a shithole, but it keeps the rain that leaks through the ceiling of the underground out. I spend

If only it worked that way. As my consciousness faded, my soul felt yanked back—to that Halloween night that changed everything. Lights strung like jack-o'-lanterns, crowds surging like a river. I was gripping my little brother Matthew Duncan's hand—warm and soft—terrified that if I let go for even a second, the tide of people would swallow him up. But in the blink of an eye, a puppet-maker's stall caught his eye. He pointed at a fierce general figurine, bouncing with excitement. "Eli! I want that one! The general!"

As I sat in the dimly lit room, still reeling from Lynn's shocking revelations, a rush of conflicting emotions coursed through my veins. Zea, the woman I had come to love and trust, was now at the centre of a dark and dangerous secret. Lynn's words echoed in my mind, urging me to take action, to confront the unthinkable truth that Zea may be part of a group planning to assassinate the president.

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Carter asks with a smile on his lips, and I shake my head, fighting the smile that is on my lips. “Nothing. Can I use these?” I ask as I point to the books and he nods his head with a smile as he begins to type away on his laptop. I grab a few books and take them to the desk when the door opens, and a man walks in. He is tall, athletic with blonde hair and brown eyes. He has glasses on and is handsome. Not otherworldly like the shifters or the gods, he is decent looking for a human. I look back down and open the book.

And worse… what kind of woman hears it and feels her pulse spike instead of her pride? The city blurred past the car window now, my coffee untouched in the cup holder. Sebastian sat beside me, absorbed in something on his phone, the other hand resting casually on the armrest between us. As for me,I'm scrolling on my phone on the Good Novel App searching for my favorite novel at the moment in my library- Secret Vow of the Ruthless Billionaire by Trendsterchum Chronicles. It's a romance novel with some high-tech or a bit of sci-fi in a few early chapters but went on as usually a romance story without the sci-fi thing after about 8 chapters of high-tech intel syndicated saga. I clicked it but m

Lovia's pov; The scent of leather and ash lingered in the room, thick with the tension of shared secrets and whispered sins. Shane stood by the window, shirtless, his cigarette burning slow between two fingers as the city skyline reflected off his chest like a battlefield of scars and lust. He didn’t speak yet—he never did until the silence had wrapped itself around me as if it was a second skin. I sat cross-legged on the bed, silk robe slipping dangerously off my shoulders, a glass of red wine balanced on my thigh.