Zero Days Book Review Novels & Stories

For the first time in my life, I woke up without wanting someone dead. The realization was so strange that I lay still for several seconds, staring at the ceiling. No target. No conspiracy. No hidden chamber waiting beneath the floor. No enemy I needed to destroy before they destroyed me. Just sunlight. The sound of waves outside the window. And the soft breathing of my daughter beside me. Zero-D was sleeping peacefully in her crib. I smiled. A year ago, I would have laughed at the idea that peace could ever feel frightening.

Bisola nod her head, she picked up her phone which was beside her on the bed, she checked the time again, and it was just five minute to twelve midnight. “Hun, this One Hundred and Ninety Two Hours was the most eventful time of my life, it was the time when my life took a drastic change, at first it was gloomy, but in the end it gives birth to joy. Thus I am reborn as from tomorrow, and tomorrow date became my new birthday.” Bisola said to herself.

I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep breath and continued.

Since today was Friday it was a half day for us and by fourteen hours I was done with all my work. ___________________________ Hi lovelies What do you think about this chapter?? Please do leave a review and tell others about this book if you like it Lots of love Faiyth ☆☆

_Barely_ _Just finished a book_ The three dots appear instantly. He was waiting. _Which one_ Elma looks at the paperback on her bed. The spine is cracked wrong from how fast she read it. _The God of Small Things_. She bought it last week because the cover was blue and she was tired of grey. _The one I bought last week_ _Took me one day_ Another pause. Longer this time. Then: _That is a record for you_ _You used to read one chapter a month_

“You said that you read the novel in that world, can you tell me about the plot and why did I become a villain? I feel that there's something suspicious with the content of the book, much more the author of the book. Did the author of the novel that you read have a supernatural power that can see the future of the other world? I always have this feeling that this world, which is our original world isn't made by the author, much more because of the novel. The author of the book you read is suspicious.” I looked at him wide-eyed as I cheerfully kissed his cheeks. “You thought so too? Back then I have already been suspicious of the author whose pen name was ‘zero’. Back in that world, I happene

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke

“The Program gave us the same targets, but only one of us gets to wake up. Adrian only needs to say he loves me more than anyone, and I win.” “What happens to me?” “You stay here,” she said. “Locked away. Forgotten.” She left after that. For the next three days, I counted ceiling panels, footsteps, and the seconds between each check. I could not leave, could not die, and could not even sleep without someone watching. On the third night, the lights flickered. The camera went dark first. Then the hallway dimmed, and the lock on my door clicked open. A man stepped inside in a stolen orderly’s uniform.

The fire was reduced to glowing embers to prevent attracting attention, should there be someone or something in the vicinity, but it was warm enough in the season for them not to need a fire for comfort. Because Kendra was rejuvenated by her extended nap, she offered to take the first watch. Her aunt and cousin were asleep before she’d managed to settle into position for her task. She watched their chests move up and down to the rhythm of their steady breathing and sighed. Regret for not dealing with Rupert in a different way consumed her. She’d grown up in that cave. It may have been small, but it was home. It provided an anchor. It was a sanctuary that offered love and gave them a sense of

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.