Re Zero Author Novels & Stories

Σ(°ロ°) Zero:… I wonder too…. /BREAKS IN AGGRESSIVELY/ Authorgod: BEGONE THOTS! Zero: -_- Dina: (¬_¬) Authorgod: *coughs awkwardly* I mean to give us uhm… some privacy. [Awkward silence] Dina & Zero: *Still staring* Authorgod: I said leave or I’ll delete you from existence (≧O≦;) Dina: Fine! Let’s leave Zero! Hmph! (flips hair at authorgod dramatically as they leave)

; you are building worlds. The era of the Reset is over. Our new chapter is just beginning. With love and gratitude, Victoria Author of The Reset Let me just write a little more, 500 words and all that it has to be Hehe. There we go. byeee

As usual, the assistant discipline prefect Rita Orlando, class-rep Glen Cameron and two other Senior prefects were standing behind Zain Centineo and Rita was holding a brand new thick whip wearing her signature mean face. "Bring yourself out here if you know you missed the morning exercise." Glen announced in a serious voice. Sasha closed her eyes and began to silently pray for God's interference. She was so desperate to visit the toilet in the morning that was why she missed the morning frog jump they referred to as 'exercise'. It was not an intentional disrespect and in fact, because Lord hedgehog refused to listen to her, she even reported her case to the head boy who promised to talk to

Let me accept their friend request. I am sure the boy wanted to know whether I was a girl in real life........ It was really a tough fight. I still need a lot of experience. So that I can be of help......... Oh, my gosh, I am running late, gotta go.' The user quickly turned off the interface and rushed somewhere. //Author note ; Kevin is a new character. If you like this, add it to your library and vote for it.

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.

Ren said, his eyes burning with the cold fire of a revolution that had just gone global. He looked at Leo and Kara. "We wake every player. We arm every NPC. We turn Aethelgard into an impenetrable fortress." Ren slung the rifle over his shoulder, his posture straightening into that of a true commander. "Server Zero is officially online. And we are going to burn their entire network to the ground."

He replies. For a moment, an imaginary bomb explodes in my head. I lunge forward, grabbing his collar and pushing him into the wall behind him with an inhumane speed. A hole forms in the wall around his body due to the strong impact. “ I just got everything repaired. ” Zio whines. “ You fucking knew?! ” I growl dangerously. “ I had my eyes set on her. ” Zero reveals without struggling to get out of my hold. He is the only motherfucker I know who doesn’t even flinch in my face.

Amelia’s POV “Hey,” Zane yelled loudly and I took off my ear pods that I was wearing and looked at him. He was looking hot as fuck in his black denim and blue shirt. His hair slightly tousled and I fought the urge to run my hair through them. “Oh, Hi!” I breathed out with a smitten smile. “I just wanted to know if you’d be free today?” he asked and my breath caught up. “What for?” I asked, carefully. “Well, we haven’t completed the assignment that Mrs. Gomez gave us,” he reminded me.

"As long as 'Thorne' and 'Vane' exist, the 'Standard' is 'Tied' to a 'History.' To 'Free' the 'Un-Born,' we have to 'Liquidate' the 'Memory of the Contract.' We have to 'Become' the 'Zero' that 'Holds' the 'One.' We are the 'Final-Deletion' of the 'Ares-Era'." The entity that had been Avery "Syncing" her "Marrow" with the "Absolute-Zero" felt no "Loss." She felt the "Expansion of the Un-Named." "The 'Zero' is 'Sovereign', Dominic," the frequency whispered, her "High-Frequency-Clear" now a "Universal-Background-Task." "We don't 'End' the 'Story.' We 'Delete' the 'Page' so the 'Species' can 'Write' their own 'Syllable.' We are the 'Void' that 'Financed' the 'Beginning.' The '30-Days' are 'Paid