Louise The Zero Novels & Stories

His heart almost stopped. Lila was standing in front of her mirror, completely naked. She looked perfect. Tiny body, smooth pale skin, small perky tits with pink nipples, a flat stomach, and a tight little ass that curved just right. Her long blonde hair fell down her back. She turned slightly and he saw her smooth shaved pussy. Everything—the height, the shape of her breasts, the way her ass looked, even that small beauty mark on her left hip—it was exactly like SweetLily.

He kissed the strands of her hair, then touched her cheek. "My love, I have been waiting for this opportunity for many years. And I will never miss this opportunity. You will be mine, my princess," said Louie. He carried Sophie in a bridal way. And suddenly, he twisted his neck as if stretching. And suddenly, the man named Louie changes his appearance, and becomes... Zack And suddenly, they disappeared into thin air. --- DRAKE'S POV

Hollis's voice quivered with a mix of anger and sorrow. A laugh erupted from Louise, a bitter and hollow sound that sent chills down my spine. "You think you know everything, don't you?" Louise's words were laced with venom. "But the truth behind his death? Something that will make you question everything you thought you knew." Louise's eyes bore into Hollis's, daring him to uncover the dark secrets she held. "It’s time you heard what they’ve kept hidden... something far worse than you can imagine."

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

Louise’s POV One might be wondering how I, Louise Giroud Fontaine, a twenty-three-year-old all-powerful French Quarter witch came to be in an alliance with a psychopathic rogue Alpha werewolf. Well, there were days even I wondered the same thing myself. The story was a long and complicated one. Many chess pieces were moved by our coven of witches to make sure I found myself in this exact situation, standing next to Ezekiel, and spying on a group of young werewolves who were none the wiser of the danger they were in.

, Louis said that “since you hit me earlier I had fainted, and I did not wake up until at this moment” Zach stared at Louis with cold eyes and said “That small flinging across the room, and you are telling me that you fainted and didn’t wake up till now, are you a little kid, are you telling me that you don’t have endurance at all, while you are a werewolf, why are you lying?”, Louis stared at him straight in the eyes and said “Believe what you want, but the longer you wait here, the farther your wife goes, if I were you, I will be on my to look for her and not waste my time over here”

she asked sharply. Louise reacted as though she had just heard the most absurd joke in the world. Her little entourage joined in, their laughter sharp and piercing. "A peasant like you just existing in my sight makes me sick. Is that reason enough for you?" The blood in Owen's veins seemed to turn to ice. Without realizing it, he tightened his grip on Louise's arm. "That's you in the video, isn't it?" Louise bit her lip, still refusing to give him a clear answer. "Elizabeth, that vile bitch, is making fools of us! Shut the video down! Don't let it play for another second!"

“I still hold legal guardianship rights over Julian’s assets in Switzerland. You may be king of London, Mavric, but up in the Alps, you are nothing without my approval.” She turned to look at Liora with undisguised contempt. “And you… ‘Subject Zero’. Do you think because you nearly died at the altar, I would feel pity for you? You are nothing but a failed experiment, stolen by Julian from the laboratories of Valerius. You do not deserve to bear the Thorne name.” Liora swung her legs over the side of the bed, slipped on her silk robe, and stood face-to-face with Eleanor, eye-to-eye.

Louise strolled in like she owned the damn place—no makeup, just smug in that intern healer uniform. "I'm Louise. Your personal healer now." Her gaze dropped like a challenge. "I only moved into your den for convenience—but leash your mate. If he bugs me again, I'm gone." My chest tightened. She was squatting in my den, and I was supposed to leash my mate? "I want someone else," I rasped. She didn't even blink. Just whipped out a syringe. "Time for your shot."