Love Zero Novel Novels & Stories

"Don't you love me? If you don't, then why? Why have you always been so good to me?" "Because I promised your father," he stated, his voice deliberate and stern. "I have no romantic feelings for you. The only person I love is Cammy. Given the circumstances, it is best for you to be abroad." As he spoke, he took out his phone to begin the arrangements. With a sob of desperation, Chloe snatched a fruit knife from the hall table and raised it to her wrist. Jonathan moved faster, wrenching it from her grasp. The blade sliced deeply across his palm. She stared, horrified, as blood welled and dripped to the floor.

She diverted quickly. “Yes.” He nodded after few seconds, like he was in thoughts. “Black. No sugar.” Ava spelt out. Adrian’s eyes narrowed. The coldness was still there, but beneath it was a flicker of something hungrier. “You remembered?” “Page one of the seventy-four-page torture manual.” She retorted with a hint of sass and a small smile appeared on Adrian’s face. Though very brief, it transformed his face, softening the hard edge of his mouth and making him look more human.

Today was the seventh anniversary of the plane crash that took my twin sister, Chloe. My husband, Julian, checked the watch on his wrist and urged me on. “I’ve only blocked off ten minutes for this visit. Hurry up and lay the flowers.” He was a pathological stickler for time, meticulously managing every minute and second of his life. Shopping was sixty minutes, intimacy was fifteen minutes, and dinner was ten minutes… As he walked back to the car to grab an umbrella, his phone slipped from his hand, hit the ground, and lit up with a cloud calendar notification. It was his hidden master schedule for family. I stole a glance at it, and my blood instantly ran cold. The entry for me read, “

Before I died for the hundredth time, I ducked into a flower shop to escape the rain. The girl behind the counter offered me a chair and asked if I was hungry. As the raindrops dripped from the awning, I suddenly broke down. I spent a hundred lifetimes, desperate to get that sort of care from my family. When I was reborn for the 101st time, the fake heir, Damian, was rehearsing his speech to celebrate his third year with the family. I didn’t bother to correct Damian when he referred to us as a family of five. Instead, I picked up my phone and called a flower shop. “Deliver a bouquet of white lilies to the Killington estate on the evening of the 16th.” “What should we write on t

Zero smiled. “So are you.” Auren laughed softly. “I thought I lost you.” “You did.” Auren frowned. “Then how—” Zero pointed toward the blank page. “You finally stopped trying to save me.” Auren looked down. A single word appeared. CHOICE. Then another. LOVE. Then another. LIFE. Auren smiled. The Author slowly stood. “You destroyed my story.” Auren looked at him. “No.” He stepped toward the Author. “I freed it.” The Author stared at him.

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

I started shaking slightly as the sobs refused to stop. A pair of arms enveloped me into a warm chest. " Shh. Relax, take slow breaths." Daniel soothing voice reached my ear. I tried to push my emotions down for the time being. " When I started to work as a doctor, Brother came to me and told me that he needed to take a loan so that he could build his own company without his parents money. But he could not pay for the loan. His bank statement is always monitored even though he was their favourite child."

She didn’t want to be anywhere near another person. “Come on sit down.” lyra said guiding her to the chair nearest the fire. Indi and Nela watched on but kept quiet. Lyra poured her a drink and put a blanket around her now shivering shoulders. Lisa sat staring into the glass and waited for the horrible memories to fade. Every time she thought she was over it, every time she thought she might be getting free it all came flooding back. She could hear his voice whispering poison into her ear. She could feel the wetness of his spit on her all over again and with every repeat it was worse.

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.