Re Zero Author Novels & Stories

It was like the man wasn’t there or they didn’t feel guilty at least, about it. “You don’t need to be surprised, Ezra. For a person who had a Lycan son, who has also been given up on, I am surprised that you are still surprised about me.” Alvize said, stopping me. I had to fight back growling at the man whose eyes were fixed on our parents. The odd and scary part about this was that the man showed zero emotions, and zero remorse. If anything, he didn’t seem to be in the pain that I was in.

“They need us to tell them relief is not the same thing as authorship.” The fisherman frowned. “That’s a hard sell against warm beds and full fridges.” “Yes,” Charlotte said. “It is.” Then she looked around the room. “Which is why we stop arguing with the comfort.” A beat. “We argue for the unfinished life.” No one answered immediately. Then Riven nodded once. The São Paulo teacher sat up straighter. The Nairobi engineer closed her notebook. Somewhere in the back, someone whispered, “At last.” And for the first time since Malcolm launched Zero-Choice, Charlotte felt not confidence— But a direction. Sometimes that was enough.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Author's Note ******************* Hello!! Welcome to the world of Kenzo Kareem Black and Arianna Keyra Williams. I am ZARONI-EVAS your author and thanks for picking interest in my book. I don't know how to write the long dos and don'ts, we are all adults and should know the right thing to do. I entertain criticism as long as it's constructive. feel free to share your thoughts about the book. For any message or ideas, you have to contact me

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Zero immediately ended the video call without waiting for Zeva's response. "Zerooo... don't run away! How could you suddenly cosplay as a teacher, giving me homework and all," grumbled Zeva.

"What will you be?" A voice answered from behind them. "The Architect." Architect Zero stood there. Jonathan was frozen behind her. Ava slowly stood. "You said you were Architect Zero." "I am." "Then why is Ethan the Architect?" She smiled. "Because there is a difference between an Architect..." She pointed at Ethan. "...and the Architect." Ava looked at Ethan. "What does that mean?" Architect Zero's expression became serious. "We were designed to control the system." She pointed at herself.

He held his shaft and darted the tip of it into her core. She groaned and tried to slide down to pierce her core fully into his but Zero pulled his shaft. She opened her eyes, forehead knitted. “What’s wrong? I want you—” Zero shook his head. “I am the master of the game,” he said, authoritatively. “Z-Zero…” “That’s it. Beg,” he whispered and hold his shaft again, darting only the tip into her wetness. Pushing the tip in and out, tickling and teasing her which makes her protest silently.