Stanley And Zero Novels & Stories

Morgan asked, dropping the keys on the table and facing Sandra. Sandra smiled. “Of course, it would. As you said, another girl being there would just make her almost a victim too. You should know that,” She said. “Wow, fair enough. You used my words against me,” Morgan muttered, loud enough for Sandra to hear. Sandra ignored her and leaned forward at Morgan. “So, who is this lucky guy?” She asked again. “I hate to admit this,” Morgan said, reducing her voice to a whisper. Sandra leaned away. “ Be outspoken. This office is soundproof anyway.”

Ren said, his eyes burning with the cold fire of a revolution that had just gone global. He looked at Leo and Kara. "We wake every player. We arm every NPC. We turn Aethelgard into an impenetrable fortress." Ren slung the rifle over his shoulder, his posture straightening into that of a true commander. "Server Zero is officially online. And we are going to burn their entire network to the ground."

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

He had silver hair and a smile that didn't reach his grey eyes. "Mr. and Mrs. Sterling," the man bowed slightly. "Or should I say, Your Highnesses. I am Zero." He sat down at the table without asking. Waiters appeared instantly, serving wine. "Cut the pleasantries," Jackson didn't touch his glass. "You invited us. You have ten minutes before I buy this train and derail it." "Always the aggressor," Zero smiled, sipping his wine. "I represent The Architects. We are not a cult like The Order. We are scientists. Visionaries."

“Olive, didn’t I warn you? You come back here, and now the whole zoo’s a mess. Once I kill you and feed you to the crocodiles, who’s going to trace it back to me?” “Uncle Zane, why waste words? There’s no one around. Let me deal with her. I’ll take out my anger myself.” Stanley laughed darkly and started to unbuckle his belt. Suddenly, the bamboo beside him bent. Something round and heavy dropped down and landed squarely on his head. Stanley screamed as his spine was being crushed. Zane trembled and blurted, “Panda!” A big panda sat there, chewing bamboo, sitting on top of Stanley and staring at me.

Static electricity made my hair stand up. "I don't like this," Null whispered, her light flickering nervously. "None of us do," I said. "But we need rest." Subject 13 found the main terminal, and Null interfaced with it. The lights came on with a weak buzz. Then a voice spoke from the speakers. "Welcome back, Subject Zero." I froze. "Subject Zero?" Kieran turned to me. "That was your designation before they gave you a name." "I never knew that."

Stanley. His ever-loyal assistant, perhaps the only person still bold enough to talk to him. Since Vanessa quit without a word, Stanley returned to his position of being Andre's assistant—a very handy one at that. Good and proficient on the job, but more than that—he was the last thread connecting Andre to his humanity. Stanley walked slowly across the patio, his steps heavy, face as grim as Andre had expected with the reports he had. "She didn’t even let me speak," Stanley said quietly, standing near the pool's edge. "She opened the door, saw me, and slammed it shut. I waited, knocked again... but nothing."

His organs were unruptured. He had survived the anvil. Baraka rolled onto his back, staring up at the clear blue sky, a ragged, exhausted laugh escaping his lips. Back in the Deep Warren, the radio crackled to life. "Command, this is Zero," Baraka’s voice came through, weary but triumphant. "The artillery is functional. Tell Malik to bring his iron. I’ll break it." The Free North had its weapon. Patient Zero had leveled up.

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

It was a cool night and the stars were shining brightly. Stanley wasn’t your average man. He was a vampire. He hadn’t always been a vampire but for the last hundred years, he was. Stanley had been following Iris because he knew she was a technician at a blood bank. He needed her credentials to enter the blood bank and to steal blood. Blood is what kept Stanley alive. Even though he was dead.