Rem Re Zero Novels & Stories

I looked at the dirt-flecked bunch of grass and let out a disbelieving laugh. "Are you serious?" "Of course," Caleb avowed, his gaze earnest. "I know you've been yearning to hear this. Elena, be my mate. I will cherish you…" Before he could finish, heavy footsteps suddenly thundered from the far end of the corridor. The air instantly thickened with powerful Alpha pheromones, so potent it was almost suffocating. He held a bouquet of cliff roses—blooms said to grow only on sheer, ice-bound cliffs in the harshest regions, each one worth a king's ransom.

REGISTRY DISTRICT 10 CORE BALANCE: 100 UNITS REQUESTED EXCHANGE RATE: ONE IMMUNITY LEASE PER SOUL "They're offering an exemption," I realized, the "True Zero" logic in my mind cutting through the silver text with a terrifying, icy clarity. "If we surrender the memory of our scars—the un-optimized errors that made us default—they’ll give us a permanent lease on the clearing. We can live in the margin forever, but we’ll be silent. We’ll be a closed account that never changes."

Remi went home after her IV drip was done. Enzo dropped her off and gave her the invitation. "The problem has been fixed. Just get some sleep, okay? I'll see you in a few days." She nodded. "Thanks." Remi still felt anxious after sending Enzo go. She made a new personal account and then checked every part of the game herself to make sure it had really been fixed. Then she felt OK about logging out. Suddenly, her chest hurt again and felt tight. She put her fingers to her forehead and fell into the couch. The doorbell rang just as she was about to go to sleep.

he announced as he stepped out of the headquarters' CONTROL ROOM B. C O N T R O L R O O M A. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. Control Room A is the most private part of the facility where only Ezecarl Zlatan is authorized to enter. Zlatan's hair and sputum were the only keys to enter. The security of the room is so strict because it contains all the secret formulas used in the experiment. There are the tools they had when they made their first-time machine. The blueprint for the resurrection machine is also there. There are many juvenile drugs and various poisons as well as a lot of machinery and liquids that you would think impossible.

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

"Aunt Victoria isn't stupid. She used Golgotha Digital Forensics—they're a high-security government-level contractor. Their lead tech is a guy named Marcus, and he doesn't take bribes. He prides himself on being untouchable." My blood went cold. "Then we're dead. By nine tomorrow morning—" "I didn't say we were dead," Ethan smirked, a dangerous, brilliant glint flashing in his hazel eyes. "I said Marcus doesn't take bribes. But Marcus does use a third-party cloud server hosted out of Shenzhen, China, to run his heavy-duty pixel reconstruction algorithms." Roman stopped, his dark eyes locking onto his cousin. "Shenzhen?"

He closed his eyes, opened them, and stared at the screen again. His thumb hovered uselessly above the glass. Instinctively, his eyes darted to the top of the portal page to double-check the routing parameters. He checked the account identifier first. The name listed was Ethan Vale. He checked the deployment reference marker. Node 04 — Industrial Logistics Complex. Correct. He checked the settlement execution date. Today’s timestamp. Correct. Then his eyes traveled back down to the final payout line. His brow furrowed deeply. "No," he whispered, his voice flat with immediate disbelief. "That's... that's a system glitch. Someone dropped a zero. Or three."

The memory faded. Back to the present. Riley showed up while I was fixing Jordan's collar. She stormed straight in, her heels clicking sharp and grating against the floor. She'd ditched the glasses by now, shed all that small-town plainness—dressed to kill, every detail polished. But as a photographer, I could see the exhaustion caked under all that heavy foundation. Her eyes landed on my hands—the ones currently undoing Jordan's shirt buttons. It was for a shoot. Ad campaign. Cold, restrained aesthetic.

Zach and I simply were not suitable for each other. Zach recalled his earlier message and sent a new one. [I shouldn’t have said that last part. I don't want Ruby to see it. She’s pregnant and tends to overthink things. Just treat what I said as something that needs to be handled. I’ll make it up to you in three years with the rest of my life.] I could not help but let out a laugh. Two minutes later, he recalled that message too.

I remember how happy I was when he gave it to me, and I smile as I remember her name, and I mention it again and again while looking at her. “Kera,” I said excitedly. I was glad to remember her name and I can’t believe that I remember her name. Kera is the only remembrance of who I am and I will never let Kera go again even no matter how old and dirty she is. I hugged Kera with my closed eyes as I remember how happy I was when dad gave her to me. I feel like I am a kid again. “You remember us now?” My mom asked me and she is sitting beside me. I can see her reflection in the mirror. I looked at her and smiled at her and nodded. I am glad that she was here with me.