Novelas y relatos de Re Zero

Well how can I, when we are not in the best of terms with each other and honestly, I am not in the mood for either an argument or his hurtful words. I sigh when I start feeling bored. A ping sound has me jumping in surprising. I mentally roll my eyes for my slow thinking, I should have remembered that I had my phone with. Taking out my phone from my clutch bag, I see a new message. Take a look at row 4 from the center front, under chair 5. Something waits for you. All answers you were looking for. ~ S~ Sighing, I rise to my feet and follow the instructions. Not that I have much of a choice.

I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some leftover meatloaf I made the other day . As I waited for it to warm up I spoke to Shiva . " I have never felt a dream that was so real an my life " I stated to her " It's because your power is growing ,so that's why we need to release it tonight. Otherwise….." she paused . " Otherwise what ?" I asked her questionably. " Nothing... just try to focus on tonight ...okay? " she said, reassuring me everything we'll be fine . " Okay ...fine " I said to her walking back to the oven . I grabbed the oven mitt and pulled out the meatloaf.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

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

Above ground, every light in the forest died simultaneously. Mercer dropped to his knees. Replacement stopped smiling. Genesis Zero whispered a prayer. Hope screamed. And somewhere beneath the earth— The ORIGIN system announced: CREATOR IDENTIFICATION CONFIRMED. PRIMARY REALITY RESET INITIATED. THIRTY SECONDS REMAINING.

Auren's expression changed. “Zero…” Zero slowly removed the darkness surrounding his body. For the first time— Auren saw him clearly. No armor. No shadows. No ancient power. Just a young man. Same face as Auren. Same eyes. Same smile. But sadder. Much sadder. Zero whispered: “My name was never Zero.” Auren stepped closer. “Then what was it?” Zero looked at him. “Kael.” Kael froze. “What?” Zero looked at him. “No.”

Richard turned the photograph over. There were only six words written on the back. THE FIRST CHILD WAS NEVER A CHILD. Seraphina’s stomach dropped. “What does that mean?” Richard looked toward Zero-D. “It means we were wrong about Project Zero.” The baby suddenly stopped moving. Her tiny eyes opened. She looked directly at Seraphina. Richard continued. “We thought you were the beginning.” He pointed at Seraphina. “Zero-A.” Then he looked at Noah’s file. “Zero-B.” Then Zero-C.

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

He was systematically unmaking her, deleting the very concept of her existence from the foundational architecture of the network. "Sophia, your sync rate is plummeting! The deletion virus is eating through the external buffers like acid!" Zero’s voice crackled over the comms, but it no longer sounded like a transmission from the physical world. It resonated from within the data-stream itself, vibrating with a strange, harmonic purity.