Zero Days Ruth Ware Novels & Stories

Cara's POV. Here, It's a day in the office, as busy as usual. I moved fast, settling in for our very first meeting since our alliance was made public — The Valenti Group and Hudson's presidential campaign. I arranged the office for the meeting in order. The air smelled of fresh coffee from the side table. Papers lay neat on the long table. The chairs stood in perfect lines under the soft overhead lights. I stood straight on my side, my hands clasped in front of me. My tab felt cool against my fingers. My blouse stuck slightly to my back from the morning rush.

Costs dropped, efficiency soared, and the business expanded at an incredible pace. Within two years, we had opened three new branches in nearby cities. The next time I saw Matthias, it was on the news. He had stalked and kidnapped a woman, imprisoned her in a seaside shack, and tortured her for 20 days before dumping her body into the ocean. The victim was Evelyn. … The scent of dinner drifted through the house. Derrick had already finished cooking. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice warm and easy. "Anything interesting in the news today?"

Her eyes abruptly turned watetry. And similarly, like this, Agha came to her with a preacher and a few other witnesses. She dropped a glance at her father and without saying a word, she responded to the preacher ‘I do’ and thereby, named her entire life to an unknown person. ********* It was one o'clock of the night when Zaviyaar entered his home. Because of racking his fingers so many times in his brown silky hair, it seemed a bit dishevelled. Wearing black pants with a black shirt and folding the sleeves up to his elbow, he stepped into his house taking firm strides without getting afraid of anyone.

I want to see my son, train him, and have become like me, his father. I thought about Don Vito. How would I convince him it's a trap? That La Routage has been rigged from top to bottom and was like leading the sheep to its slaughter? La Routage was one of the events Don Vito shows how much power and influence he possesses. It was a massive show-off for him. “A guy named Ruckus, is he one of yours?” Rivera interrupted. How does she know Ruckus? “Uhmm, yes but he was killed two nights ago.”

I stood bathed in light on the other side of those doors, while Jasper and Nancy remained trapped inside, where they would live with their regret forever. I wrapped up the last of my business and caught a flight back overseas that same night. A new life was waiting for me, and I was ready to meet it. I was holding Adam by the floor-to-ceiling windows, letting him soak in the afternoon sun, when my phone buzzed. My assistant from back home, Piper James, sounded panicked. "Ms. Warner, Mr. Wynn has been in a car accident. His mother is also in the hospital with a serious illness. Would you like to go see them?"

' Denver stared at the thin air for a while until he decided to shower. THE next morning, even though she woke up early, Denver already have been off for work. She think he had an urgent meeting. In recent days, the company has been in trouble. She was alone, as in previous days, in their house. She didn't want to send Emma back right away because she had just taken a vacation. Eventually she chose to clean up, entertain herself, visit and pass by her in-laws ’house. There she found Madame Madelle who is talking with someone in the living room.

Squeezes. Carmen goes next. Her eyes are already shining with tears. "I've worked at The Eyrie for eight years. I've seen Alpha Tyler at his best and his worst. But since April arrived, I've seen something I never thought I'd see. Hope." She dabs at her eyes. "To Luna April. May she always know how much she's changed this family for the better." I'm crying by the time she sits down. Bella's toast is last. Wade wheels her to the microphone. She's still seated in her wheelchair, her hands folded in her lap, but her voice is strong.

It's been a week Aiden has not woken up. He is lying there still unconscious. He doesn’t know what's happening around him. Erica has replaced multiple drips on his arms to meet the need of vitamins for his body. Since last Friday Erica never left the mansion so did any other member. Zack was the in charge of mafia for the time. As for Jim he was responsible for the meeting related with the drugs and weapons. Michael was taking care of Lia in the basement. He was responsible for the torture sessions and two meals a day.

​Be careful who you trust. ​She looked at the door to the locked room, where the only man she trusted was currently planning a war. She picked up the coffee she made hours ago and drank from it. It was cold now, but she didn't mind. She had work to do. And in the ninety days of Richard Blackwell's destruction, she was going to be the most dangerous thing he never saw coming..

Zara’s POV The morning rush on Halsey Street didn't care about historic treaties or burned archives. By six in the morning, the smell of roasted coffee and warm rye had bled out onto the slush-covered pavement, drawing in a line of transit workers, city clerks, and shelter volunteers that stretched past the old brick alleyway. Behind the glass display case, Maya—our newest apprentice—was moving with a fast, nervous rhythm. She was nineteen, with quick, observant eyes and hands that carried the faint, jagged scars of a childhood spent in the Newark state-care system.