Stanley Yelnats Zero Novels & Stories

Subject Zero. The first hybrid. The prototype before Elaia. Before Evryn. The one that was erased from the project logs. The one they said failed. And yet here it stood. “Impossible,” Elaia whispered. “They said Subject Zero never stabilized.” The figure turned its head slowly. “That’s because they lied.” The voice wasn’t robotic. It was… human. Masculine. Familiar. Evryn’s heartbeat stalled. “No,” she breathed. “It can’t be…”

He lacked depth and was just an empty vessel. Stanley was everything, a perfect man, but she was foolish. She allowed herself to be pulled into Gerald's dirty world, and now she had lost Stanley. She began to think about how to get him back. Lana was lucky; being a nobody, she had come out of nowhere and stolen Stanley from her.

The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice. A voice suddenly came from behind me. “Coco, want to grab dinner tonight?” It was a few colleagues from work. “Sure!” I turned around and jogged toward them. Zach watched me leave from behind without a single hesitation in my steps and finally understood that he had lost me completely. He never told me that from the very beginning, he had already suspected the child Ruby carried was his. As long as she did not expose it, he was willing to play along. He knew if I ever found out, I would never forgive him, no matter how much I loved him.

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

Liana’s POV The evidence glows on the screen between us, Elia’s voice, trembling and raw, echoing from the tiny laptop speaker. “Stanley, please. I want out. Let me go. I’ll disappear forever.” The sound cuts through the glass walls of Stanley’s office like a blade. Outside, the city bleeds gold and shadow, the skyline reflected in the windows of Z-Core Tower. Inside, it’s too quiet. The kind of silence that comes before something shatters.

You monster! As Arthur continued to curse him, Charles stepped closer, and closer… Then, Charles beat his own father wildly, completely gone mad, and how could an old man who was suffering from starvation and cold ever win against that? At first, the old man struggled, before his voice died down as well. After killing his parents, Charles tore open the final pack of instant noodles and gnawed at it as hard as he could. The noodles were practically encased in frost, and as hard as bricks, so he even had to pound his chest forcefully just to force them down his throat.

Elias dragged Jay after him. Z-03 and Z-04 moved like walls of steel, slamming into agents, knocking them aside, pushing through the bullets and tranquilizers. A tranquilizer hit Z-04’s chest and shattered. Another hit Z-03’s leg; it barely twitched. But the nullifier was humming louder. The snow lifted off the ground. Electricity crawled through the air. Jay collapsed mid-run. Elias screamed his name. Lena cried out, reaching for him— The nullifier pulsed.

He groaned and Audrey’s eyes widen. “Guys, he is not moving.” “That is because he is paralyzed, don't worry there is nothing wrong with him.” Chloe said and she felt pity for the man. “Oh my God, I am so sorry.” Audrey apologized. “What? Don't apologize.” Damien said and she exhaled trying to calm herself. “Get him to tell you the code.” Clyde said and she nodded. “Hmmm, sir. Please, I need the code to your vault, we are trying to steal your priceless painting, can you please tell me?” Audrey asked and they all groaned. “There goes the wife of a gangster.”

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO