Less Than Zero Novel Novels & Stories

Lucien’s hands slid lower down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper easily, smoothly sliding the denim down her legs and along with her panties. Isla stood there, completely naked and completely exposed, her body trembling with urgent anticipation. “Look at you standing there,” he murmured, his gaze traveling slowly and intensely over her body. “So perfectly flawless. I am going to utterly ruin you, Isla. I am going to use you until you cannot physically walk away.”

I picked up the book but the words blurred after two pages. My body was too lazy and turned on to focus. My eyes grew heavy, the warmth making everything feel loose and heavy and I drifted off into a light doze my bare tits rising and falling with each slow breath my nipples still stiff and shiny from the lotion. I don’t know how long I was out but the next sound that cut through the quiet was the low slow creak of the shared fence gate opening. My eyes snapped open. Marcus stood there shirtless, his work jeans hanging low on his hips showing the deep lines of his abs and that trail of hair disappearing into his waistband.

CHAPTER ONE. Nova’s POV This evening has a cruel sense of humor. I realize that just as my car starts moving slowly, pushing me forward with every gallop. I watch as my car dies the way every bad relationship I’ve ever had does—loud, dramatic, and right when I need it least. Steam curls from the hood in a hiss while I sit behind the wheel “Perfect,” I mutter, hitting the steering wheel. “Absolutely perfect.” I lean back in my seat and stare up at the horizon. It looked like evening was setting. It would almost be beautiful if I weren’t stranded in the middle of nowhere with no cell service and a car that decided it was going to stop functioning.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

Chapter Thirty Day Seven Bisola woke up to the jingle of the alarm beside her bed, after waking up, Bisola groan very hard, right now what she hated the most in her entire life was her alarm which she nicknamed Small beast, because whenever she was enjoying her sleep, the alarm always decided to disturbed her precious sleep.

And in that quiet hospital room, surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and the hum of machines, Amira finally believed in something she hadn’t dared to before. A future. THE END AUTHOR- 📚GENEVA .A. ZWICKER📚

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and