Patient Zero Novel Novels & Stories

It was still early morning and Grace wondered if they were having outdoor breakfast. Tilting her head to the side and top toeing towards them, she hid behind the large pillars on the side. Her eyes widened momentarily as they landed on the familiar silhouette of the man haunting her. “I do not know, man. It just…doesn’t feel right anymore. We are keeping a woman hostage for no reason at all. Also, there is no tail on that bastard.” Zero said sipping from his glass as he took a mouthful of pancakes and chewed slowly on it. His back was towards her still she could sense a frown marring his forehead. The other person sitting beside him nodded his head and mumbled in his usually deep and heavy m

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

“My body is failing.” “Yes,” she replied. “You pushed it beyond its design limits. You survived the pathogen, but the energy cost is catastrophic. You cannot heal fast enough to stay anchored on your own.” I looked down at myself. I did not see blood or wounds. I saw light, faint and fractured, leaking out of me in slow pulses. Each pulse dimmed faster than the one before it. “So this is it,” I said quietly. “It can be,” Subject Zero answered. “Or it can change.”

But how? "My best friend, the mother of the child, Era has known Zack for a long time because she used to work as a maid in the dark kingdom back then. That child's name was Zero. They got drunk and Zero become the result of that one night. Era also wanted what happened because she has loved Zack for a long time. The only thing she regrets is that she wasn't able to tell Zack about the child. Era intended to tell Zack about Zero after he was born but it didn't happen because Era died right after giving birth to Zero. But before she died she told me to take care of her child for her, which I did. I hid the true identity of Zero, that he is the son of the former king of the dark kingdom becaus

And I questioned it, inwardly rather than out loud: “What am I becoming?” It responded this time. Not with words. with pictures. It showed my memories…a laboratory, me, when I was young, maybe twelve. connected to a machine by wire. Weeping… A voice said, "She is causing instability." Lock down the genetic code. The quieter voice: "No. Give it a rest. We'll create Zero if she breaks.” After that... Zero’s flashes of waking shone, not in a cluster, but in agony. As if she had just been dragged from a scream. My name was her first word.

Also, Apollo finds it out and, of course, his job—he, being a Mafia Boss. Isla left the room, and Apollo tapped his shoulder. “Don’t believe in my sister’s drama. I know deep inside her, she’s happy to see you, and I am proud of you, man,” Apollo said, and they exited the clinic. Zero sighed. He’s feeling nervous. Damn, and it sounds gay. It’s his first time, and being a fuck-whore for years, this environment is new to him. Aside from Apollo and Becca, his mom also convinced him to face his responsibility. He knew that his mother was right, but he just chose to ignore it.

I winced at the violation of it. One of the technicians suddenly paused while reviewing a portable scanner. “Interesting,” he said. “Subject Zero is pregnant. Early stage, but viable.” The lead doctor turned sharply. “Confirm that.” Panic surged through me as they clustered around the results. They had not known about the pregnancy before taking me. Now they did. And they looked far too pleased about it. “The child could be the next evolution,” the lead doctor murmured. “We will need more tests immediately.” I fought harder against the restraints, but it was useless. I was no longer Alex Sterling, the proud heir. In this place I was simply Subject Zero. An experiment. A vessel. And now my un

Zero. I stood still, staring at the empty steel chair in the center of the dim basement. The last time we spoke, I had drawn a gun on him at the canal bank, furious that he had hidden his initial contract with Victoria. But over the last few days, as the pieces of the Vance conspiracy fully aligned, I realized the truth. Zero had been handed a death sentence contract to extract me—and instead, he had risked his own life to train me, protect me, and turn me into someone who could fight back. He had lied about how we met, but he hadn't lied about wanting me free. "Can you bypass the secondary server at the venue, Zero?" I asked, my voice softer than it had been in months.

Dozens of names. Children. Test subjects. One file was labeled Subject Zero. He clicked it open, and a voice played—a recording. :: "He’s unlike the others. Repeated memory wipes are ineffective. Aggression threshold remains unstable. He’s bonded to the female assigned during Phase 2. Possible emotional imprint—compromised control?" :: Damien’s eyes darkened. “Subject Zero,” I whispered. “That’s you.” “No.” His voice was cold. “Daemon was Subject Zero. I… was never meant to be the original. I was the decoy.”

Looks like an old romance movie. SHE HEAVED a deep sigh when she reached the condominium where Mr. Montemayor is staying. She discovered that this place is owned by his new patient. Wow, he's that rich! 30th floor. When she entered the said floor, she was welcomed by a woman, maybe five or seven years older than her. She must be Ms. Ashley, Mr. Havoc Montemayor's secretary.