Re Zero Gore Novels & Stories

MARGO POV ****** I was at the edge of the cliff, staring at Eve but Instead of me holding onto her, it was in reverse, and when I looked down and saw just how daunting the way down looked, I turned to face her, my mouth opening to plead for my life, but it wasn't just Eve that was holding onto me, it was the faces of all the people I'd killed... And then I was plunging, falling fast, my scream fading in the air no matter how loud I yelled until I crashed to the floor beneath, my bone shattering into a million pieces.

Our fingers moved skillfully across various instruments, each movement affecting everyone's nerves. It was not until we heard the "System Restored" alert that our colleagues erupted in cheers. Everyone hugged each other with expressions of immense relief. "It's done. Fault resolved," I said, letting out a long breath as I prepared to leave. Suddenly, my legs gave out. It felt like my body turned to cotton—numb, weightless, no control. Everything became blurry before my eyes, with only a buzzing roar in my ears. My consciousness gradually faded, and my last thought was, 'The data is safe.'

Kendra stopped him. She said, “Patience. “Let Eve see how those people make a fool of themselves.” I rested my back against a wicker chair back at my parents’ place. My mother made me a lovely glass of pina colada. Jordan’s discolored face was front and center on my mobile screen. I thought I would weep. Strangely, I did not. As Jordan broke down, gripping the ring, and Molly came under accusations while the Hardings fell into disgrace, I felt nothing but a belated stillness settling over me.

“Scarlett, the grave is open. There’s a chamber underneath the burial stone. Black Thorn bodies here. Recent. Something killed them before we arrived.” Nia made a wounded sound and dropped to one knee. I caught her forearm before she hit the glass-strewn floor. Her skin was burning hot. Beneath my palm, the altered muscle trembled like a trapped animal. Daniel continued, “There are command markings on the walls. Older than Voss’s vault. Anya says this is where Subject Zero was first buried.” “Is there a body?” A pause. “Not anymore.” The corridor went cold. Nia lifted her head.

He knew that very few people would understand, unless he made them, and he didn’t have the words for that. A grave was the perfect lover because it could never conceive. It was a vessel for the dead, not the living. It represented death in all its forms because it was where all the living end up. When Jim had his cock in a grave he was fucking death itself, denying it had any power over him. It was the ultimate affirmation of life. This thought stirred Jim and he began to thrust harder into the grave. The French call orgasms ‘the tiny death’. He didn’t know why, but he was struck with the certainty that this tiny death would break the hold any larger death had over him.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

I was attending my daughter Wendy's autumn camp when I overheard her whispering to her best friend, "Don't be picky with your food, or Ms. Adams will kill you. That's why she killed Carl." Shocked, I scooped her up in my arms and ran to Carl's mother. However, she pointed at a healthy Carl who was hopping around, grinning, "What? But Carl is no longer a fussy eater. He eats everything I cook these days!" Relieved, I was about to turn and scold my daughter when she hissed, "That's not Carl! Carl is allergic to shrimp!"

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

The heavy containment door of the safe room hissed as it sealed once more, locking the carnage of Subject Zero and the digital ghosts of Vane-Corp on the other side. Inside the small, reinforced sanctuary, the air was heavy with the scent of ozone, burnt copper, and a heat so intense it felt like a living thing.

she groaned which makes Zero cover her mouth with his palm. “Shh…” Zero took his hand away from her mouth and clasped his hands into her butt, lifting it upward to feel comfortable. He put her legs above his shoulder, embracing them as he thrust and delved deeper inside her. He thrust hard, making the sound of their colliding bodies roar inside Isla’s room. Zero keeps on delving deeper while Isla already reached her climax multiple times. When Zero seems to get bored with their position, with his strength, he makes her back facing him. He plunged behind her and continue to fuck her. His hands rest on her waist as he thrust inside her.