Zero Days Novel Novels & Stories

“Can’t we go a day without some new thing coming along?” Zane was silent. I opened my eyes to see him frown at me in surprise. “What?” “I thought the same thing yesterday,” he said. “I mean, let’s count them up here. First, Chloe gets kidnapped.” “Zane,” I said as gently as I could. “What?” “First, Olivia died in childbirth, and Grace almost died.”

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!

Day two of one week. Today is a special day and I can’t help but feel really excited about it. Today marks two years since Noah and I started dating. It’s supposed to be extraordinary for me and him but given the situation, we just have to make it a little ordinary so no one will suspect a thing. Usually, Noah and I spend the whole day together, and then we have a candlelight dinner and dance under the stars. Even though things are different now, I’m gonna make sure the dance under the stars happens.

“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.

"I just found a better way to bleed." "Will he wake up as the man you loved, or is he just the first of a new, broken breed?" Subject Zero asked as she faded into the shadows of the falling palace.

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.