Zero Days Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The book had done very well. I had walked out of the dark of all of it. Eventually, I moved to a city by the sea. There was no Mason there. There was just my future, and it was bright.

Becoming something neither Novalee nor empty shell. Something in between. Something new. Something that could say sorry even as it broke your nose without hesitation. Something that served Dante but looked at Atlas with something almost like recognition. Something dangerous. Something broken. Something being rebuilt into a weapon with maybe—just maybe—a fragment of humanity still buried inside. --- INTERCUT: DANTE - Day Seven One week. Seven days without seeing her. Hearing her. Touching her. Seven days of running two empires badly. Of making terrible decisions. Of violence and threats and blood.

- Elisabeth replied, hearing her plea. - Selene, listen to me... By midnight on July 19 you will be in the tent with Alice, Isabelle and Johnathan. Damon will protect you directly, eliminating any enemy that manages to get closer to the tent. This is for the best. Nothing can happen to you before midnight. You will be needed by us afterwards to defeat Alistair.- added Rita, looking at her carefully.

Hello my beautiful readers! Please take a moment to read this short note, as it will explain what is yet to come and may answer questions you have. Zade was the lead I never knew I needed 🥹 he came in as a villain, and left with many hearts. He has fast become one of my favourite men ♥️ The next and final book in the series is a novell, which I don’t currently have an exact date for, but please visit the book occasionally if you don’t get notifications.

Kash asked, "How long have you been sleeping?" I thought about it and answered, "About two hours?" Didn't he say he knocked on the door for two hours? Kash's eyes became strange as he said, "Two days have passed since you signed the contract." "Two days?" I couldn’t believe it. Kash dressed casually, but I clearly remembered that he was wearing a suit this morning. So I did not eat or drink and slept for two days and two nights. Kash already knew the answer. He reached out his hand to touch the table. Sure enough, there was a layer of dust. I hadn't cleaned the apartment since I lived in it.

It stings, all the more when he thinks too deeply and presses on the wound. "Ouch..." he calls. It was around midnight when Zayn was tired of shifting over and over. He would rather not sleep than sleep with no peace in his heart. There was something bothering him vaguely. Or more specifically about Cassandra. He finds the girl intriguing. It was almost as if both of them were old souls with old ways of thinking. It isn't a trend these days, neither did many prefer being old schooled from 2010's. It was 2057 and the year for the worst climatic conditions so far in America's history.

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

Jeremy had locked me in a room to reflect, and he did not let me out for a long while. I had to endure the pain from my illness. Seven years ago, he braced the heavy rain and found me. My family had just gone bankrupt and I was ill. Back then, he was my savior who brought me hope. However, that hope eventually turned to poison. My phone buzzed. It was a text message from Bailey. [Are you interested in a bet against me?] After reading her proposed bet, I glanced at Jeremy, who had walked away. [Sure.]

“September 2, 2014. Those people really came to my door. They said my parents were killed by their enemies, and to protect my safety, they wanted to take me away. I told the FBI about this matter, and they said that if I were willing, I could inherit my father’s position and continue working undercover.” “November 3, 2014. It was Chloe’s birthday, and everyone drank a lot. When I woke up, I found Frank sleeping next to me. Chloe then brought Greg along to catch us in the act. Greg told me to explain myself, but I admitted that I didn’t love him anymore. I said it because I knew Chloe had a crush on him for a very long time, and I had inherited my father’s position, meaning I was about to lea

Neither option was good. I didn't sleep. Sky outside went grey and I was still on the floor. I found a charger in the kitchen. Stood in the dark. Forty-eight hours. I kept turning that over. Burn it. Walk away. I thought about the zeros in that account. I thought about the thirty-day window. I thought about a man who was supposed to be dead sitting in a glass building in Milan signing documents under a borrowed name. I thought about the thing I was not thinking about, which was the reason I couldn't burn anything and walk anywhere, which was that I was seven weeks pregnant and completely alone and the father was about to announce his engagement to a woman whose family was built on a lie.