Zero Days Book Review Novels & Stories

As luck would have it, the apartment my agent found was also close to the office. I began my new life in high spirits just like that. With my managers investing heavily in my development, I advanced rapidly and soon passed my probation period. Immersed in work, I gradually forgot all the pain and unhappiness of the past. Hence, when Zach suddenly blocked my path outside the office building, I felt more surprised than anything else. I had only been away from him for three months. Yet it felt as though our last meeting belonged to another lifetime. He looked nothing like the man I remembered. His beard was unkempt, his face was drawn and exhausted. The dark circles beneath his eyes and the hol

What was working well and did not require attention. I read for an hour before bed. Not the translation. Not the institution documents. A novel. Something with no connection to the work at all. Dane fell asleep beside me before I finished the chapter. I put the book down. Felt the territory through the bond. The pack settled. The community in the buildings. The hall at the edge of the grounds. All of it. Mine. This was what I wanted to say about the ordinary days. They were full. Not dramatically. Just completely.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

I've scribbled ideas across three pages already. Spicy ramen. Fire and ice. Sweet and sour. None of them feels right anymore. How do you plate betrayal? How do you season panic attacks? How do you garnish trust that's already been shattered? I bite my lip. Maybe agreeing to the hundred days had been a mistake. Maybe I'd simply been too exhausted to keep fighting. I flip another page, trying to focus on recipes instead of emotions. At least food makes sense. People don't. My phone vibrates on the vanity. I barely glance at it. But it’s enough for me to notice the message on the screen.

Finally, in an abandoned warehouse in New Jersey, he was cornered by a team of hired professional cleaners. The report included photos of the scene. Damian had died a pathetic death in a hail of gunfire. His body lay mangled on the cold concrete floor. Even in death, his hand was still clamped tight around that ruby ring—the gift that was never received. I finished reading the message and calmly hit Delete. After clearing the digital trash, I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the manor. The Michigan sun streamed through the glass, wrapping me in a comfortable warmth. I looked down and gently rested my hand on the slight swell of my abdomen.

“One night. That’s all it took to shatter everything I thought I knew. One night in a hotel room with a stranger who saw too much. One night when I thought I’d disappear afterward. But one night became a thread. A thread became a story. And the story became a revolution.” She closed the book and exhaled. It wasn’t an ending. It was the next chapter waiting to be written.

And after a piece of music, I saw an irritating headline. "The Chaney family's daughter walks barefoot back to the city after being kidnapped, losing all her glory." I turned off the TV. My breath became quick as I silently told myself that everything was over, that I would never see those people again and never see Jeffrey again. After a long time, my heartbeat returned to normal. At this time, the doorbell rang. It may be the delivery man. After I lived in, the whole loft was designed and decorated by Kash. I got up to open the door. But outside the door, I saw a person I didn't want to see.

The shuttle waits, and Sarah at the controls, and Julian strapped white-knuckled in the back, and the long dark water between here and my brother. The silver sings in both arms and a second heart beats in time with mine, and Subject Zero, who slept folded and frightened in her own bones for twenty years, does not sleep anymore. I step through, into the light I am making, and I go to bring my brother home. End of Volume One.

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.