Re Zero Stories Novels & Stories

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Raptor asked. "My grandmother used to tell me stories about the rituals. She told me that you had been the first dragon in almost 700 years to come to our village. She also showed me an old scroll with the old stories of dragon/human weddings going back 1500 years. The writing is in draconian script and she could only read a small amount. When she passed, it was given to the village Elders for keeping and remembrance. Unfortunately, it appears that we have not remembered." Amethyst hung her head in sorrow.

His hand cupped my face, warm and certain, and for a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. When we finally parted, I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine a promise, a memory, a beginning. I looked down at the page. The ink had barely touched it, but it didn’t matter. For once, I didn’t need to write every detail. The story had already found its ending not in words, but in the spaces between them. And as Ethan’s fingers tightened gently around mine, I realized that sometimes, the truest stories don’t need to be told. They just need to be lived.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

“We’re pretty laid back here, and no one will ask about your past. You’ll have a brand new start.” I nodded gratefully, instinctively rubbing the underside of my wrist with my fingertips. That was the spot where Leonard had marked me. After I dissolved our Mate Bond, all that remained of the bite mark was a faint scar. Even the deepest imprints would slowly fade with time. The same went for my grief and sorrow. I was confident that my new life by the beautiful sea would help me heal. With Lena’s help, I started a new job at the library. The head librarian’s name was Ethan, and he was surprisingly young and handsome.

She quickly counted them, making sure Clara or HR hadn't missed any when they typed up the new agreement. One. Two. Three. Four. Five! Five zeros! Five freaking zeros. She wondered about the extent of Liam's problem. It must be severe for him to have agreed to such a ridiculous amount, and for a brief second, she felt like the worst person on earth for exploiting a sick man. But any guilt she may have felt was gone when she remembered the way he'd lashed out at her. After the way he treated her, she deserved every one of those goddamn zeros, Eden thought as she slowly cruised home, content with the world and life again.

Dina was shocked as to why Jean still remembered them, although it was distorted, his memories of them were still there. “For some reason, he remembers us but not the events that happened before the restart and now all he knows is that we once existed but he can’t tell how, when, where….” Dina muttered to Zero as she looked at him endearingly for an answer. Zero thought for a bit but didn’t seem to find an answer, he did have a theory but the rules wouldn’t approve of him telling Dina about it. “I can’t tell host but I promise to report this to the higher uppers and have it sorted by the end of your second mission,” Zero responded.

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.

"Mabel…don't go! Please, just listen to me." Anthony did not retreat despite the humiliation. His voice shook violently. "I know you hate me for abandoning you back then, for believing that venomous woman, Cheryl. But now I know everything! "I've found out the truth! Zachary's death was never an accident. Cheryl colluded with Poison Scorpion and sold out the coordinates! And the Elysium incident… Yes, you were involved, and you cooperated, but she had the same intent, too! Every single conflict between you, every time, was a trap she deliberately set to frame you!"

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."