Zero Days Book Review Novels & Stories

“Luanne, the countdown to your death has begun. You have exactly three seconds left. If you have any last words, I can deliver them for you.” I lifted my head, looking up at the endless expanse of the pitch-black sky, and smiled. “Then… May we never see each other again, for all eternity.” Three seconds later, a cloud of white ash drifted up into the sky. At that exact moment, an official FBI bulletin printed in stark white text on a black background sent the group chat into an uproar once again. [Our bureau’s officer, Luanne Lee, heroically sacrificed her life on August 25, 2024, during the successful crackdown of a major organized crime case.]

I was going to be the one soaring above it. I settled everything abroad and booked a flight to Havenport for the following week. I was looking forward to my next meeting with Jasper. I wondered what expression he would have on his face when he saw me again. Back home, Jasper was drowning in his own misery. After drinking himself into oblivion, he stumbled home on unsteady legs. When he pushed the door open, the lights were on. A flicker of hope shot through him. He thought it had to be me, that I had come back. He rushed toward the bedroom, calling out, "Tessa, is that you? Are you back?"

Everything was immaculate and comfortable, but there was zero privacy: no locks on the doors, shared bathrooms and communal dining. The first few days were hard. I spent them in this strange fog as my body adjusted to the antidepressants, barely able to see straight and just wanting to put my head down and sleep. Instead, I was attending one-on-one sessions with David each morning and then group sessions in the afternoons, being encouraged to explore my feelings and expose my emotions to complete strangers. Some days I just felt like dying all over again, but slowly things started to get better. I learnt that talking actually helped. And getting angry wasn’t always a bad thing. And confronti

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

That day, as every morning, Miguel was awakened by the familiar sound of an alarm clock that showed five in the morning. - Unfortunately, its time to get up.- he groaned dissatisfied while getting up from the bed. Miguel always liked his job and would be eager to get up even at four o'clock to make breakfast... Breakfast for Her, to bed, the way She liked. But now his girl was gone. She wasn't sleeping next to him when he woke up. Back then, everything made sense with Her by his side. Now that Miguel was alone, he was not happy about anything and quietly hoped that something bad will happen to him. Yes, he really wanted to die, so as not to feel this horrible inner emptiness...

I spent most of the early morning reading while the sun started to rise, and curfew was in effect. While most of it was sexual in context, there were bits of information that did come in handy. Such as how she managed to have five loves, and none of them felt excluded, or jealous. I’m already on a bad start in that area, Zach and Xaden hated each other, and with me in the mix, it just made the tension worse. Regardless, it had some tips that… maybe? I could utilize it later. We’ll see. Right now, the book was incredible, and I was lost in the story. That was until I glanced at my clock and noticed it was already noon. Crap. My first course starts tonight, and I didn’t want to be a zombie lea

"Don't worry about it, Jason. I'm not angry. I don't need Rachel to apologize to me." I looked at Raven's condescending face and my heart sank. Luckily, I chose to give up treatment. In less than seven days, I would no longer need to remember all the things that upset me. I would no longer be in pain because of Raven's provocation. For the first time ever, I was looking forward to that day.

They never did. ————- Author’s Note Hey loves! 🖤 Welcome to Twenty Seven Days— I’m so excited you’re here for this one because this story has been living in my head for a long time and I think you’re going to feel every single word. A few things before we dive in: This book is a slow burn. Like, a real one. I know, I know — but I promise every chapter is building something and when it pays off, it’s going to HIT. Scarlett and Xavier are both incredibly guarded people and watching them crack each other open is the whole story.

“Please recommend which one you think is the best.” Darien looked carefully though his back before pulling one out. The cover depicted a city landscape and a man’s silhouette overshadowing a skyscraper. “I think you would like this one. It starts out bleak, then it carries on to a happy ending.” Zach accepted the book and opened it up with anticipation. He might as well read something decent knowing it was the last good thing he was going to read before confronting his email inbox the next day. He lost himself in the story in the first ten pages and didn’t look up until he felt something heavy hit his shoulder when he was midway through the book.

Through the surveillance, I saw that he'd been completely frozen over like an ice sculpture, and I curled my lips in satisfaction. Charles died on the seventh day of the ice age, and everything was done and dusted. I stood up and brewed a pot of tea for myself, before turning on my computer and selecting one of the movies I'd downloaded beforehand. Then, I played it while savoring my tea, covered with a warm, cozy blanket. This was the life. One and a half years wasn't long, but it wasn't short, either. Because I'd prepared so thoroughly beforehand, it was the most comfortable period of my life.