Stanley And Zero Novels & Stories

Caleb shrugged lightly, though something behind his eyes said it had mattered to him more than he let on. “You hated me even more from that day”, he said. I covered my face with both hands “God… Caleb.” He didn’t speak. He just waited until I finally lowered my hand again. “What does this mean for me now?” I asked, voice small. “If Stanley is back in the picture… what does that mean?” His face hardened instantly. “It means,” he said slowly, “you listened to me. You do as I say” I swallowed. “Stanley is a dangerous man, Layla. Not just dangerous, he is brilliant and a wizard in tech. He can crack into places people swear are unbreakable. And he knows people, powerful people.”

Jay said sternly as he mixed the batter for pancakes. "Yes. No. I could make friends though, I'll kill two sparrows with a single arrow, become friends with Shivansh Sinha. He's the son of Shivaay Sinha, I could dig in deeper about this Zero character and put an end to him. This way, I'll make friends and even wipe out my enemy." Maya replied as she sat on the counter sipping her banana milkshake. "I told you not to underestimate this Zero, he could be anyone for all we know." Jay said as he continued making pancakes.

SOMEWHERE IN SALADO “Yes! It's working, it is all working perfectly.” Charles cheered as he poured himself another glass of wine, he gulped it and did a happy dance. “We haven't even done anything yet, why are you celebrating?” The lady next to him scoffed as she also poured herself a glass of wine. “Come on, it is meant to be celebrated! It's not easy taking a whole Damien Robbin down.” “We haven't even taken him down yet, it takes a lot to do that.”

the one" just walk down the aisle towards some other man and not you, are you?" I thought about it, "no," I shook my head, "no, I won't," I chuckled, looking at Stanley as he held a big grin on his face, "the game isn't over yet-" "It hasn't even begun, if you ask me," Stanley shrugged as he walked towards me and tossed a cigarette my way, "it only begins the second you walk out of here, and you think of what you're going to do, to make sure that Zara Johnson is yours," Stanley completed as he held up a lighter to my cigarette that I had placed in between my lips.

I extended my arm, "I'm Jade." His hands were so big, they almost wrapped around mine and I swear I felt a jolt electricity course through me the moment our palms connected. "Blake Wilson, and I've heard a lot about you." he smiled softly. We stayed like that for a while, his hands were soft and his eyes looked as blue as the ocean, I felt like I was going to drown, until my stupid brother had to interfere. "Yeah no, that," he took our hands and separated them, "this can't happen." he said then turned to Blake, "Her," he pointed at me, "no kissing, no touching, no sex, no and I repeat, NO DATING"

she threw the unreasonable words at him. Why would he want to stress himself all the way down here just to see us? Who are we to him? Yeah, Sophia is a princess. But Daisy and I are nobody. Besides, he wasn't here alone. His Gamma, especially, Beta Max would never follow him just to come to see us. “There is a crisis in the neighborhood. I heard an uninvited beast killed some of my hunters. I came to set things right,” the beast responded. Ooh…. This was it. I thought as much.

*I'm ready to leave. His reply came back in under a minute. *Say the word and I'll have a car there within the hour. Are you safe right now?* *Yes. I just need to be gone before they're back.* *Then get your things. I'll meet you halfway.* An hour later, a black SUV pulled up to the estate. I paused at the door, one hand on the frame. Let them think I burned with it. Let them wonder if I made it out—or if the guilt finally swallowed me whole. Either way, Veronica Stanton would be dead by morning.

Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.

Her silence was irritating. Searching his cell I saw another number he had listed as Bro and dialed it. As I listened, Ryken answered. “This better be important Stan,” he growled. “Stanley got shot down by someone in a black SUV with a cross-hatch pattern along its side. He is dead,” I told him. “At the truck stop?” “Yeah, I dipped out when the cops got there and I am going home,” I asserted and ended the call. My bottom lip trembled as I thought about Stanley.

​Station Zero was a cathedral of cold logic, a sprawling complex of black polymer and reinforced titanium that seemed to breathe with the slow, tectonic pulse of the earth. Thousands of "Sentinel-Drones"—sleek, eel-like machines with red optic sensors—wove through the thermal vents like a silver-shroud. They didn't hunt with sound; they hunted with "Bio-Electrical Signatures."