Rhythm Zero Novels & Stories

They were both ready and they walked out of the house, they entered Chloe’s car and she drove out of the mansion. “What club are we heading to?” “The best one in Salado.” They got there after a while and Audrey was surprised to find everywhere silent, she gave Chloe a questioning look and she chuckled. “Trust me, it's a club.” She giggled as they got down, they both walked into the silent building and Audrey looked around. The building seemed abandoned and creepy, they walked into an elevator and Chloe pressed the only button there. “Is it below us?” She asked as she was starting to hear the music as the elevator went down.

Without hesitation, Rama immediately chased after Ririn, "Beib, wait!" Zeva and her boyfriend could only shake their heads. "Why are you here? How did you get here?" Zeva asked, expressing her curiosity. "I have a Doraemon door that can go anywhere, Dear. And... do you know what? I've implanted a chip in your body, so I can track your whereabouts anytime, anywhere." "Zero, I'm not joking,” said Zeva seriously. Zero, who had been grinning, also turned serious and said, “This is what is called Zero Hour, Dear.”

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

Rafe's bike rumbling in approval from the parking lot. Three souls, one rhythm, bound forever. THE END!!!

Getting on stage, I find it strange that the crowd is cheering us on and clapping. "You are the reason! Calum Scott and Leona Lewis!" The beats start to play and the lyrics show on the wide screen. I'm trembling in fear but he holds my hand and looks at me, assuring me it's fine. He starts singing: There goes my heart beating Cause you are the reason I'm losing my sleep Please come back now Then I start singing: There goes my mind racing Cause you are the reason That I'm still breathing I'm hopeless now Then we enter into the chorus together

He nodded his head in understanding. “That’s better.” My eyes drifted down to the floor, before coming back up to his face. “I think that is the most honest thing you’ve said to me this far.” I was not an open book for this man to read, so I am not sure why it is that he is wasting his time, and mine. I looked away from him once again. He began to ramble again, but to be honest, I was blocking him out. I like this music, I thought. I was not one to be too interested in rap music, but this one seemed to catch my attention. It wasn’t really about the words that were being said, but the beat that played in the background. I could dance to this. “Are you ignoring me again?” His voice had broken

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

They were rigid with tension, shaking slightly with the force of his own desperate hope. I pushed, gently but immovably. Silas froze. His lips were still pressed against the frantic pulse point on my neck. He was breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting against mine in ragged, uneven bursts. "What?" he rasped, his voice thick and heavy with blinding vulnerability. "It is exactly two minutes to midnight, Silas," I said softly, my voice completely devoid of the breathless surrender he was expecting. I lowered my hands, letting them rest limply at my sides.

Under the dim, flickering glow of a single oil lamp, a thin figure sat hunched before a terminal composed of several salvaged monitors held together by duct tape and wire. This was a youth who looked barely in his twenties—Code Name: Zero. When he looked up, Sophia noticed his immediate abnormality: his hands shook with a high-frequency tremor as he typed, a visible sign of permanent neurological damage. Every few minutes, he winced, reaching into a silver briefcase beside him for a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. He expertly injected it into his thigh, hissing through clenched teeth as the drug suppressed the violent rejection spasms wracking his nervous system.

As Viktor stepped onto the cold metal platform, the room dimmed, and a smooth, melodic female voice—calm, artificial, and hauntingly beautiful—echoed through the space. "Welcome to the SK National Compatibility System, Citizen 09-441," the AI voice resonated, sounding like a digital goddess. "I am the SK Interface. Please stand perfectly still. Your biological profile is the foundation of our nation’s harmony. Through your DNA, we shall define your rank. Through the SK System, we shall find your fate." The machine began to hum, a low-frequency vibration that Viktor could feel in his very bones. Blue light began to sweep up from the floor, scanning every inch of his frame.