Zero Days Novel Novels & Stories

“Relax, sweetheart. Name’s Nova. You were out cold for almost an hour. Thought you weren’t gonna make it.” I sat up fast, head spinning. “Where the hell am I? What is this place?” Nova raised a brow. “You really don’t remember anything, huh?” I frowned. “Last thing I remember, I got pushed off a fucking cliff. You telling me I’m not dead?” That made a few boys nearby glance at me. One of them snorted. “We all thought that, dude.” Nova sighed, crouching beside me. “Welcome to Zone 1 , darling. The Playground of the Damned.”

Zara’s POV Saturday dawned cold and bright, frost silvering the grass beyond my dorm window. I woke up shivering under thin covers, my breath fogging in the dim dawn light. Wolf sports day. Great. The entire academy was buzzing about it all week, but all I cared about was calling Aunt May. My mind burned with questions — about Mira Blackwood, about the journal hidden under my pillow, about why my name kept popping up in places it didn’t belong.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE : His Room ~Zella's POV~ His room was darker than mine. That was the first thing I noticed, CHAPTER TWENTY ONE : His Room ~Zella's POV~ His room was darker than mine. That was the first thing I noticed.The curtains were heavier here, reducing the Paris light outside to thin silver lines at the edges. the room felt lived in instead of temporary.. A book on the nightstand. A watch on the dresser. The particular stillness of a space that belonged to someone.

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.

The taunts from his new pet started two months ago. Videos of them tangled together, of Clarence’s obsession with her young body… the cruel truth was shoved in my face. I never let on that I knew. I just quietly prepared, setting a deadline for my departure: seven days. In an abandoned church outside New York City, the only light came from the moon filtering through stained-glass windows, casting shattered rainbows on the floor. I pushed a leather satchel heavy with gold toward the hooded witch.

That night, Zach guarded Zelle right next to her room, and in his dream for that night was the memory he will never forget. It was a year after Zelle had just lost her memories. Zach and Aaron just moved into the mansion to play with her. Zach saw the quiet little girl reading a black book under the huge tree. "Zelle, what are you reading?" Zelle did not respond and continued to read the ‘fairytale’ book while ignoring him. Zach sat next to her and tilted his shoulder over to hers to take a look at what she was reading about. That surprised him instead!

Family betrayal, shattered identity, and looming death. Yet, beneath the ruins of Zurich, a new power began to be born. END OF CHAPTER 74..

The empty road offered no answer. Only silence. Then— Buzz. My entire body froze. The phone. My shaking fingers reached for it. A new message flashed across the screen. Unknown Number. Instantly, dread curled through my chest. Slowly, I opened it. The pale glow illuminated my tear-streaked face. One sentence. Only one. Yet it felt like a death sentence. My blood turned to ice. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS LEFT.

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

"You're quiet, Zara. Is the ghost starting to talk back?" I shifted in the leather seat, the silk of my blouse feeling too thin against the rising chill. "I spent three thousand days in this city trying to be nobody, Luciano. I knew which floorboards creaked in the apartment. I knew which streetlights flickered out at 2:00 AM. I knew the exact timing of the freight trains so I could cross the tracks without being seen. Coming back here... it feels like I’m walking into my own funeral."