Stanley Yelnats Zero Novels & Stories

Behind my head, the dark gardens of the Morton estate were a blur, but the only thing I could see was the violet-silver tip of the harvesting lance he’d pulled from his belt. He pressed the tip against the hollow of my throat. "Termination record, Subject Zero," Elias whispered, his face inches from mine. "Let's make it official."

“Well, Howard, I’m taking you up on your offer.” Howard raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight smile. “Oh? Which offer would that be?” Stanley takes a deep breath, glancing out at the darkening water before meeting Howard’s gaze. “Remember when we were on the train, and I told you about why we were in San Francisco? You warned me then that Arthur Finch was a difficult man, that he wouldn’t let go of Eloise’s inheritance unless he was sure we were willing to play dirty too. You offered your connections with the San Francisco underworld, and I refused.”

Zero sat on a block of ice in the middle of the frozen Sterling garden. His lips were blue, his expensive suit ruined by frost. He was surrounded. Jackson held a gun to his head. Liam stood by with hands glowing violet. Alex was recording everything. "It's over, Zero," Jackson said coldly. "Give me the names of your remaining cells. And tell me who supplied your tech." Zero chuckled. A dry, rattling sound. "You think this was about conquest? Or money?" Zero looked up at Jackson with pity. "You act like a CEO, Sterling. You think everything is a transaction."

The room exploded with gasps. Candy’s mouth fell open, her face draining of color. "W-what?" she stammered, shaking her head as if she had misheard him. "No, no, no—Mr. Stanley, you don’t mean that! You saw the footage, right? You saw her steal it!" Stanley’s expression remained cold, unmoving. "I saw everything," he said, voice devoid of any warmth. "Including you entering my room first. And taking my wristwatch."

The sound of the alarm ringing behind them as they struggled through the snow, finding their cars at the other end of the forest, all of them gone before Jayson's men could even comprehend what had happened. 2 days later, Salvatore found himself seated on the floor of his study, having showered and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt, sitting before the burning hearth with files laid out before him and Hades's head at his feet. He was so engrossed in the work before him that he never heard the door open, much less did he realize Stephen stepping inside with a plate of creamy tomato parmesan chicken. Settling down across from his best friend, the American put the plate

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

She hadn't explained what it tracked only that it was connected to Eleanor's darkest secret and that secret, Eden had said would revolutionize everything. I knelt and opened the case. A sleek black gadget pulsed with soft green light. It had a signal crawling slowly along an empty topographical map. I touched the screen, zooming in. "What is that?" Melissa asked coming to stand with me. "It's going north into Zone Zero." Melissa gasped "Zone Zero? That's just supposed to be an urban legend" I looked at her "Everything's been a legend, until it wasn't" Zone Zero was where Project Elysium was purported to have begun and a closed facility hidden deep in a mountain, abandoned for generations sin

"And I haven't needed to touch anything." "Then what on earth are you doing?" "I'm counting." "Counting what?!" "The cost of waiting." Before Meglo could respond, a tall man wearing a pristine white engineering coat approached them at a brisk pace. "Meglo." "David," Meglo said, sounding relieved. He gestured to Ethan. "This is Ethan Vale. Horizon's crisis specialist." David Cole looked Ethan up and down, taking in the ordinary suit and the conspicuous lack of diagnostic equipment. Something about the man's calm demeanor seemed to irritate David further. He chuckled dismissively, the sound sharp with contempt.

We have to run the company while hunting down the remaining splinter cells of Evelyn’s network. And we have to figure out what to do with Zero, I added. As if on cue, the door to the study opened. Zero stood there. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. She looked like a college student, if not for the unnerving stillness of her posture. "Elias," she said. "What is it, Zero?" "I am hungry again," she said. "And... I hear a hum." "A hum?" "In my head. Like a radio frequency. It is faint. But it is there."

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.