Zero Days Novel Novels & Stories

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone! I was even given the time to prepare myself or even think about it. Am just very confused and moreover am in seriously in need of the money. Am really left with no choice here I stuttered severally as I left the office. I went to my apartment and began folding my clothes with anxiety eating me up. Richard pov I got down from the car with so much on my mind. Can Rose do this to me…? I went into her house which was open. I walked slowly up the stairs. As i approached her room, I heard the worst sound that tore my heart to pieces.

Detaching from the current world and transferring to the parallel world. I don't know how long it had been, but my eyes snapped open, and I sat up in bed. There was no suffocating smell of blood. Warm sunlight spilled through the white curtains, and the room smelled like jasmine. I touched my chest. There was a heart there, beating strong and steady. This was... the parallel world the System promised? A world without pain or betrayal? The doorbell chimed. My heart skipped a beat. Driven by an intense gut feeling, I sprinted to the door barefoot.

ALISA’S POV The concrete cured under its tarps for six full days. I checked the camera feeds every morning before coffee and every night before bed. The slab remained untouched. No alerts from the sensors. No shadows that did not belong to the security rotation. The pack had left their note and then gone quiet again, as if waiting to see whether the warning alone would be enough to make me pause. It was not. On the seventh morning the tarps came off and the framing crew arrived.

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.

[The Woman Who Knows His Name] The destruction of the eighteen layers hadn't led to the void. It had led to a cold, brutal reality that felt more like a prison than any simulation ever could. The "Zero Layer" was a massive, industrial estate on the outskirts of the Swiss Alps—the physical headquarters of the Trust.

she roared. She took the shot. The puck didn't just hit the goal; it re-wrote the Master-Architect’s code. The white-light giant didn't explode; it Humanized. For one second, the city saw the Real Rhys as he was: a small, terrified man clinging to a fading power. The Zero-Hour The countdown hit 00:01. The city went dark. The lights, the billboards, the Wi-Fi—everything vanished into an absolute, terrifying silence.

DOMAIN 0 Claire went white. “There is no Domain Zero.” The archive answered: CORRECTION: DOMAIN ZERO PRECEDES FEDERATION. Silence. “What is it?” Elena asked. Claire stared at the suitcase. “I don't remember.” The child by the window turned. Her face changed. “I do.” Everyone looked at her. “You just came out,” Claire whispered. The child nodded. “I was partly built from it.” “From Domain Zero?” “Yes.” “What is there?” She looked terrified. “No people.”

Of course, in true Edith fashion, she bought the girl a goddamn coffee and has a movie date next week with her. At six in the morning a knock at the door sounds and I laugh when her roommate announces she is outside with four coffees and a box of doughnuts. Edith opens the door and not only does Sarah walk in, but Cameron is right behind her. I drink my coffee, eat my two doughnuts, all while shooting the shit with them, then decide it's time for me to head out. I had called Mr. Moley earlier and told him that I had a family emergency and needed to have the week off. Although he was more than willing and kind enough to do it, guilt hit me hard. I want to be out there helping the search for P

I've scribbled ideas across three pages already. Spicy ramen. Fire and ice. Sweet and sour. None of them feels right anymore. How do you plate betrayal? How do you season panic attacks? How do you garnish trust that's already been shattered? I bite my lip. Maybe agreeing to the hundred days had been a mistake. Maybe I'd simply been too exhausted to keep fighting. I flip another page, trying to focus on recipes instead of emotions. At least food makes sense. People don't. My phone vibrates on the vanity. I barely glance at it. But it’s enough for me to notice the message on the screen.