Zero Days Novel Novels & Stories

“No.” “Not even a little?” Lyra shook her head. “I’ve spent a lot of time waiting for someone. This time, I don’t want to do it anymore.” Viona did not answer. She simply placed the last document into the folder. Elsewhere, Damien was finding it increasingly difficult to find peace. Two days before the wedding, he began to realize something he had never truly paid attention to before. Lyra had changed. Not only had she become calmer, but she had also stopped doing many of the things Damien had always considered annoying.

It was a modern fortress of concrete and glass, buried in the rolling hills. We carried Zero inside. I laid her on a bed in one of the guest rooms. She sat up, looking around the room with the curiosity of an alien. "I'm hungry," she stated. "I'll get food," I said. I went to the kitchen, my body moving on autopilot. I felt heavy. The events of the last forty-eight hours—the crash, the sex, the death, the rebirth—were catching up with me. But beneath the fatigue, the Panacea hummed. It kept me upright. It kept the pain at bay.

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…”

Ruby gently rested a hand on her belly, smiling with unmistakable triumph. “The child in my womb is his biological son.” I lowered my eyes, trying to hide the tears that suddenly surged up. Zach really had betrayed me. Yet he still treated me like a fool, asking me to wait three more years for him. I calculated the timeline in my head. The child in Ruby’s belly was conceived on the night that Zach did not come home. That was the first time he forgot my birthday. He had stayed out to socialize for work instead.

POV: Sylvia (One Week Later) The silence in my penthouse was no longer peaceful. It felt heavy, like the air before a devastating storm. For seven days, Zia had been a ghost. She was behind the walls of the Vance estate, protected by a security detail that even Leo couldn't penetrate without starting a literal war.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

I looked at the founding ground behind us. The council hall. The archive. The shelters. The spring. Sixty-eight people. Three full recognitions and more arriving. The legal argument. The two Miras. Brennan Mourne's thirty-seven changes. Kaden with a map instead of a list. Dara Cross documenting the lower wards water system. Selene running logistics with the calm efficiency of someone who had found the right scale for their competence. And Zane. The anchor's anchor. The hearth. Seventeen years. Four days north. A journal carried since he was seven. A perimeter habit he was breaking by degrees.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

I’m refraining from giving her a piece of my mind. As Millie is mouth open snoring I continue on with my dark romance novel about some girl getting kidnapped, falls in love with her dangerous kidnapper and they fuck in the kinkiest of ways. I shouldn’t have started this novel because all I want to do right now is to replicate some of these sex scenes with Julian. I suppose I’ll have something to look forward to when we get back. The captain announces our arrival to Chicago will be shortly so I shake Millie awake. She’s got drool on the corner of her mouth, this bitch is a mess.