Re Zero Watch Novels & Stories

Whatever it is, I am craving to know. Damn. I felt like I have some psychological problem. “Miss, I said I’m sorry,” he repeated impatiently. I woke up from my thoughts and looked at my phone he was holding. I didn’t notice it slip from my hand when I fell. As I was reaching my phone, I noticed his watch. And I almost choked on my saliva. It was a very rare vintage Rolex watch with skull on sacred crown silver strap. He paired it with a designer’s twined anchor leather bracelet. The watch’s design might be disturbing but god! That customized watch costs lots of money! He really is something!

“I love it.” “Let me see your phone,” he said. I passed it to him, curious. He tapped a few buttons, then turned the screen to me, live footage of myself, holding the watch. “Wait… where’s the camera?” I asked, squinting. “I can’t find it.” He chuckled. “The crown,” he said. “Tiny, but powerful. The footage syncs automatically. You’ll have to be within range for it to record properly. The audio can get jammed if there’s interference, and the battery lasts a month.”

The speed of his fingers crazily matched the speed of his eyes that grazed from every corner of the monitor to the keyboard. The codes on the screen kept on building and piling up until the tiny squares with the ferocious men's pictures were lined up in the entire screen and they estimated to millions. The golden continents had long been transcended by the ferocious male pictures and could not be seen. Finally, it seemed he was done but still, he took off his Rolex Wrist watch and placed it open on the table. His slender thumb pressed on the space bar as his pinky finger pressed the enter key. Without delayed wait, the watch levitated five centimeters from the table and stood on both ends.

Day 50. 15 days. No watch beep after. I took it off. Put it in drawer. Done with counting. Now we fight.

POV: Nora The watch had a false back. I had owned it for two years, had held it a hundred times, and had never known. The back panel released with pressure applied at a specific point along the lower edge, and inside the shallow space behind the mechanism was a folded square of paper so thin it had clearly been cut to fit. A twelve-digit number. Nothing else.

He did it with the ease of a man who never needed permission. I raised a brow, wary. “What now?” He pulled a sleek device from his pocket—a watch, “A prototype. Hologram technology. Projects 3D images you can feel and hear. Ricchezza tech—not even on the market yet.” The watch was stunning—its band studded with diamonds, delicate and feminine yet unmistakably expensive. At the center, the round gold face bore the image of a panther mid-prowl with emerald eyes. A symbol of beauty and control.

no one was shocked. that he slap him, he never slap him in his entire life, his heart was completely broken. neo:- look I found a card we can still win this game. no:- you slap me like it's no big deal. neo:- I am sorry I lose my mind, I swear I never do this again. no:- okay we will handle this later, tell me about this card. neo:- I said it can track stars, which we looking for, it will turn into a watch but only we can wear it, it can track the location of them because they have a batch.

Scott leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with that look, the one that said he had something to say but was waiting for the right moment to drop it. "Are you kidding me right now?" His voice cut through my concentration. "You want to wear your luxury watch to the rink?" I glanced up, catching his reflection in the mirror as I fastened the Patek Philippe Nautilus 5711/1A-014 around my wrist. The Tiffany-blue dial gleamed under the light, its stainless steel case and integrated bracelet catching every ray like liquid mercury. The watch sat perfectly against my skin: forty thousand dollars of Swiss precision and craftsmanship that I'd bought on impulse after signing my first

Coleman Children's Hospital – 10:22 AM Michael's Rolex cracked against the pristine white tile as hospital security pinned him, the sound echoing through the pediatric wing where only moments earlier he'd been shouting loud enough to send nurses scrambling for panic buttons. The gold watch—a $38,000 Cosmograph Daytona he'd bought to celebrate Coleman Corp's IPO—spiderwebbed across its face, time literally stopping at the moment his control shattered completely.

Another polite chuckle from the crowd, then he unwraps it. It’s a watch box, and the watch inside is beautiful, the strap is a dark gunmetal colour and the face is only a narrow band around the edge, which was a dark almost navy blue. The same as his eyes, the middle of the dial was see-through and he could see the movement working. He pulled it out to look at it, and noticed that the back plate was also see-through. She smiles and leans in to whisper,