Ruth Ware Zero Days Novels & Stories

Seven days. The Warden already knew they'd read it. That meant the clock had already started. Nell looked at the wolves around her at Rue, who had been cruel and was becoming something else. At Caleb, who had been frozen and was learning to move. At Finn, who still believed that unanswered questions had answers if you waited long enough. She didn't have an army. She didn't have a plan. She had seven days, a scar where the mark used to be, and the memory of her mother's voice.

The helicopter rose into the night sky, the rotors chopping the air into a deafening rhythm. Below us, the Vane headquarters was a torch, a pillar of fire lighting up the London skyline. The sub-basement lab was gone, incinerated by Marcus’s charges. Arthur, Evelyn, the experiments—all reduced to ash and memory. I sat in the back, the unconscious girl—Zero—draped across my lap. She was shivering, her skin pale as milk, her wet hair clinging to her neck like dark seaweed.

chapter 3 | shit just got personal. _____ It's Friday, she picks calls on Friday. The tapping sound wakes me up. I put off the curtain to look outside and found it raining rather heavily. The dotted silver threats drop from heaven almost as if they are announcing the arrival of a new day. I opened the window aware that I'm going to soak my clothes if I do it. Honestly, I don't care, I love rain a little too much. why drown in my own thoughts when I can sit in rain.

Sashi want to jump so bad when she realized that the room is unlocked and she doesn't need any key anymore. "You can enter that freely, all of them is downstairs." The ghost Clark said before giving her a sign to enter it. Sashi is wearing a black jacket and a black leggings that she also wore earlier from the practice. She opened the door freely. The room is full of computers and it amazed her. "Sashi, you also need to delete all their files after getting the record of that day because they might see you entering this building." Sashi nodded because of Clark's reminder. He is so handful.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

Only Frank was roaring with rage in the group chat. [You pieces of trash are going to get what’s coming to you! If you’ve got the guts, come to the funeral home right now and face me. Come see for yourselves if the person lying here is Luanne or not!]

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me

​Be careful who you trust. ​She looked at the door to the locked room, where the only man she trusted was currently planning a war. She picked up the coffee she made hours ago and drank from it. It was cold now, but she didn't mind. She had work to do. And in the ninety days of Richard Blackwell's destruction, she was going to be the most dangerous thing he never saw coming..

She waited in her room for the right time to carry out the next plan. It was almost dawn. All of the guards in the dungeon had fallen asleep. Alma sneaked into the dungeon and stole the bunch of keys from the key holder. She prudently approached the cells, looking back at the guards at the entrance. As she moved forward, she found the prisoners sleeping in their respective cells. She peered into each cell in search of the rogues. She finally saw them in the cells at the far end of the dungeon. Five to six rogues were kept in each cell. She unlocked a cell and walked in.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som