Re Zero Web Novels & Stories

After all, it was Henderson Group's most significant project for the coming years, and they'd poured immense effort into the venture. Right then, Zero appeared on the dark web and announced a large-scale operation as a direct challenge to Cipher. "In the next 24 hours, I will paralyze Ravenwell's entire network. This is the feast I have prepared for you all—everything in Ravenwell is yours for the taking! Come on, stop me if you can, Cipher!"

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

Making my head spin, while sending my senses and nerves into overdrive. It's Zane, well it's his scent. He smells like the forest after rain and cinnamon. Not the sugary sweet kind, but the hot and spicy kind. Like red hots or fireball whisky, my favorite kind. 'Mate' sounds off in my head for the second time in my life. Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

"Subject Seven’s neural code isn't trying to destroy Jordan's mind. It's building a wall around it. It's protecting him from something." "Protecting him from what?" Elara asked, dipping a rag into a bowl of cool water to wipe Jordan’s burning forehead. "From the rest of the signal," Marcus replied, tapping rapidly on his keyboard. "Look here. When Node Zero went down, it didn't shut down the entire network. Phase Two had backup plans. Their regional leaders across Europe are scrambling to capture any data they can find. They are trying to force a reboot." Suddenly, Jordan stirred on the cot. A sharp gasp tore from his lips, and his hands flew up, gripping Elara’s wrists with surprising force