Started At Zero Novels & Stories

Still here. Still at the beginning.

Something that wasn't going away. It was a start.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

This was only the beginning. *************************************************

I started typing. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers.

He didn’t deserve my forgiveness, not anymore. “Are we ready?” Justin asked, his voice bright with energy. A chorus of cheers and echoes rang through the room, everyone eager, motivated, ready to take on the morning. “Good,” he continued, “now let’s start counting those steps.” He led us out of the building and onto the open road, where the cool morning air carried a faint freshness. The group surged forward, feet hitting the pavement in rhythm.

Positions after positions. Till they both became exhausted.

Mike explained everything to both of them. “But this doesn’t answer how the hell you two started dating. Ivanka used to be mute. Why her?” Jim asked Mike. My father’s last sentence was like a stab because it felt like I didn’t deserve to be with anyone. “Mute or not, I consider myself lucky to have her. And I don’t consider her to be mute, which you tried to convert her into. And she chose to speak to me after a year.” Mike locked his gaze on Jim. “And, to answer your previous question, we began dating last year on the same day she talked to me.”

both respond together. "THEN BEGIN!"