Re Zero Sloth Novels & Stories

"Sure! I nodded. By twelve the following day, we were fully relaxed. We'd gone through some Thai therapy that had been recommended to be hee by a friend, and I must say that it worked wonders for me. I felt completely stress free. "I'm too lazy to move," she whined. I lazily giggled. I know what you mean."

Nyla I stared at the photo on my screen, unable to look away. Ezekiel stood there by the pool, shirtless and glistening, his wet hair slicked back, those perfectly carved abs catching the sunlight like some kind of god. My brother Garrett was next to him, laughing, but my eyes only saw Ezekiel. He looked so hot it almost hurt. I’d been invited to go with them today, but the usual shyness had crept in, and I’d said no. Now I was regretting it so badly my chest ached.

Wraiths froze like shattered reflections. Marion spun through them, every strike landing like lightning while Sloth merely watched, standing barefoot on the roots, his aura spreading calm like a deadly lullaby. “Not bad for someone who just woke up,” Fierro muttered, cutting down another creature. Sloth smirked faintly. “I’m still asleep.” But the rift in the ground wasn’t closing. The corruption kept pouring out. Endless, hungering, screaming. Marion blocked a blow, blood streaking his cheek. “They’re multiplying!”

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter. I sat on the pebbles that covered the shore, Zion next to me. He had changed from his costume to a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that he had in his trunk. His car had so many different things stashed in the trunk that it wouldn't surprise me if he pulled out a mini fridge anymore. He had even made me change into a pair of sweats and one of his T-shirts that hugged my figure. Unfortunately, I had to be barefoot since my heels weren't ideal for the pebbles but to make me feel better, Zion decided to remain barefoot as well.

Not the heavy boot of a mercenary, but the light, rhythmic step of someone who knew how to move in the dark. ​"Stay behind the press," Damian commanded, his hand reaching for the heavy iron handle of the proofing press a makeshift club if necessary. ​A figure emerged from the rows of trees. It wasn't Pietro. It was a woman, dressed in a sharp, slate gray suit that looked absurdly out of place in the rustic Italian countryside. She held a small, portable scanner in one hand and a silenced pistol in the other. ​"Aara Vance," she said, her voice like glass grinding on silk. "My name is Sloane. I represent the 'Clean Slate Initiative.' We believe the Great Audit was a mistake a chaotic disruptio

Yours in plotting, Zera