Sub Zero Extabyte Face Novels & Stories

Forever. {Laumlayag. See you across space-time...} At exactly 00:00:00 and with the last percent of battery, Ecto goes away onto the Internet and Ecto 2.0 powers down.

Fred interrupted. “We’re back like strangers, dude. Anyway, stop reminiscing about those, and I will get some fun with the lady right… over there,” he said and smiled. Fred turned to the other table and saw the black girl, eyeing Zero. “She’s beautiful. And damn with the boobies, dude. Seems like it’s cup Z,” he said and let out a chuckle as he looked back at Zero. Zero shook his head. “You’re exaggerating, dude. It’s just cup D,” he replied which makes Fred’s eyes widen in awe.

Diana was beautiful, zero. Shekinah wasn't bad, zero. Zero! All damn zeros!

Stupid girl. “Excuse me?” What he's really saying is, What the fuck. I should laugh at how shocked he is, but I don't find anything funny. Zero is not a handsome man, at all. He is sexy with dangerous eyes, succubus lips and a chiseled face that cuts you up piece by piece until you are shattered. I don't need to be cut up and I most definitely don't need to be shattered. It's clear Zero wants to fix me. If I allow him to waste his time, he will leave Falon for me, a filthy, dirty beggar because he is foolish.

His every movement was so powerful and forbidding that she felt herself sinking into her seat more. “What’s for breakfast today?” Zero asked rubbing his stomach as he took his seat rounding the table and sat opposite her. His keen eyes on her face, red with shyness. He couldn’t help but admire her bare face. Her glowing face and fluttering eyelashes, the rose-tinted cheeks and her red nose made her look young and more adorable. Soft, plump light pink lips, a small barely noticeable mole just beneath the inner side of her eye and just on the lower ridge of her nose, she looked ethereal and breathtaking. Her dark brown–no, nearly black hairs twisted in a bun that gave a perfect view of her lon

"The race is in a week and I can't be tied to a table for the next thirteen months of my life, losing my mind and drooling like an animal! You have--" Zane clicked his tongue. "You're way too hotheaded. let me finish talking." Ethan seethed, but fell silent. Zane continued in a detached voice. "Technically, you won't be awake. I will medically induce you into a coma if things get worse," The zoned Alpha's eyes flashed, and he only gave a warning snarl, "but I already have the base components from patient Zero's case. Given that, I'm fairly confident that I can refine the formula and remove the side effects a little faster."

"You can't survive a direct hit from a deletion protocol of this magnitude!" "I’ve spent my entire life being a ghost in the machine, Sophia," Zero replied, a serene, almost celestial smile touching his lips. his golden eyes met her silver ones with a clarity that transcended the digital abyss. "But a ghost can haunt, and a ghost can explode. I was never meant to survive the system—I was meant to break it."

Her hair was styled in a perfect, sleek bob, and her dark skin was smooth, untouched by the sun of the Forbidden Zone or the fire of the Spires. "Test #3," the developer-Zora whispered, her voice matching mine so perfectly it felt like an echo in an empty cave. "You... you shouldn't be able to hold density here. The 'Extinction' payload was supposed to dissolve upon server disconnect." "Your 'payload' has a name, lady," Dante growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that rattled the glass partitions of the boardroom.

"You're talking about our children, you tin-can bastard!" Voss’s image flickered but didn't vanish. "Emotion is a wasteful expenditure of energy. The units are the only logical solution to a global extinction event. You have three hours to deliver them to the Ever-Zero. If you refuse, we will engage the Zero-Field." "What is a Zero-Field, Nathaniel?" I asked, looking at the silver-logic monitors that were now frosting over.