Rem Re Zero Novels & Stories

CARA “Thank God it's not broken. The drug will make you feel relieved a little. Try as much as possible not to do anything strenuous with the hand. The gel will also help relieve the pain. If you feel any discomfort let me know.” “Thank you very much, sir.” “Please call me Dr Grendel.” “Ok. Dr Grendel, how much does all these cost?” “Liam has paid for it. Mr regards to him. He sent me a text saying he was in a meeting.”

“I am the key.” Deep beneath them, Ava suddenly heard a heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Boom. She looked at Zero. “That's not human.” Zero shook her head. “No.” The floor beneath Ava began glowing. A massive symbol appeared. The same symbol that had been on every Genesis file. Ava stepped closer. “What is it?” Zero whispered, “The first command.” Ava read the words appearing beneath it. CREATE. Then another. REMEMBER. Then another. REPEAT. Ava's eyes widened.

Meanwhile ___________________________________________ Notifications Z- Grade Bionic eyes have been acquired by the master, conditions met, activating auto assimilation 6 hours remaining. ___________________________________________

Under the ring, nicely a name was engraved. "Moretti". "Maybe it is a symbol of the Moretti family", Myra thought in her mind. She took her necessary documents. She informed her office to drop off her work. They still wanted an analyst like her. Cause she was and is one of the best data analysts. They told her to work remotely if possible. After all, they are quite known to her. Finally Lily had arrived. "I am happy to see you accepting the happiness that was waiting at your doorstep. Myra, it's good to see you getting reunited with your family." Lily was having tears in her eyes.

"You are! You said that I should abort it cause you won't be giving any support! So what are you doing here? Huh!? This is all your fault! You're nothing but a cruel and unrepentant individual! All you want to do is to hurt people! You're Remorseless!" "Don't say that..." He said and lowered his head. "Leave, please." "What do you want me to do? I'll do everything so that you can forgive me." "You will do everything?" "Yes." "Forgive everyone and don't bother me, EVER." "I-I..." He was hesitant from what he's about to say, so he brought up a different answer "Is that what you really want? Be honest with me, Carolina." "Yes," I said trying to stop myself from being emotional "Leave."

"Have you maybe studied the buttons on the remote or anything like that since last time." "Even better," he pulls me upstairs. Once we're in his room, he shuts the door, "I went back to like the 1900s." "The what?!" "Like 1989 or something. I don't know. The point is, everything looked different. Everything was different. Way before the Reversal." "Wow." He seems so excited. The most excited I've ever seen him. "It was like opposite day or something. The men were literally ruling shit," he shakes his head slowly.

It’s nearly 11:00 PM on the night of Day 6. "It doesn't all come back at once," he explains, his voice heavy with the weight of the secret. "Every time this happens, the brain rebuilds itself in stages. You won't fully remember the last seven years until midnight on the seventh day. It’s like your mind has to be sure you can handle the pain of the accidents before it gives you back the joy of the marriage." "Midnight tomorrow," I whisper. "Midnight tomorrow," he repeats. "The reset officially ends. You'll be twenty-five again. You’ll know my name, you’ll know our house, and you’ll remember why we decided to keep fighting."

Integrity +1 → 8/10 Remy Dagger Sync +1 → 95% Celeste Valentina Morua—14, Level 2, Crown equipped— curled into Remy ready for Monday and every mist-space night after.

She looked down at the dark screen, then back up at me with a playful tilt of her head. "What's the code, Mr. Lombardi? Or is it some top-secret biometric scan?" I felt a ghost of a bitter smile touch my lips, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Nothing that high-tech. It’s just numbers." I paused, "It's Remo’s birthday. Zero-five, one-two."

They are two forms of creative energy. With them the world and everything that exists is sustained. Estela stared at the clock, and she noticed a change in its color. She had purple sparkles on her black strap and a golden reflection on the dial. She remembered that she should erase the number of the incoming call. When she was getting ready to do it, she discovered that there was no number that she had called at that time, there was no record of calls.