Zero From Hit The Floor Novels & Stories

When the background went quiet and the two of them are alone, Harriet felt the heavy air between them. It was so heavy, making it hard for her to breathe. “What floor?” Zion asked out of nowhere. “Huh?” she uttered. “My new office, what floor?” he inquired without looking back. Harriet tried her best to recollect her sanity and answered, “17.” Zion, then, pressed the 17 button. The ride on the elevator went on, without them talking to each other, until they arrived at the 17th floor and the door opened with a clang.

Her HUD flashed, the red digits flaring brighter for a fragment of a second as if the system flinched with her: **78 : 04 : 09 : 97**—then it was just shattering crystal and the sharp report of impact. It hit the floor and shattered into a spray of glittering fragments, the sound too loud in the quiet room. “Shit,” she breathed, stumbling back. Her hip bumped the counter. She grabbed it, knuckles whitening, head swimming. Footsteps sounded behind her—the floor seeming to steady under each measured step, as if the tower itself exhaled when he came into the room. She didn’t have to look to know who it was. “What happened?” Kael’s voice snapped.

One of us is going to fall. And as the smoke clears, Y stumbles backward, losing his footing and plummeting into the abyss below. On the way down, from the 50th floor, his body disturbs a nest of birds or bats somewhere around the 20th floor. They’re too far away to be certain which. The sound of him hitting the ground is the last thing I hear before the echoes of the fight fade into the desert night.

She’s pleading with me now like that is going to work. “I don’t let people get by with trying to screw me over. Do you remember Kristen Williams from high school?” She shakes her head in acknowledgment. “She tried screwing me over on a class project and I threw her ass down a flight of stairs. She ended up in a coma and had a broken leg. She got off easy. You aren’t going to be so lucky my dear Mayson.”

she asked, rushing to my side. I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and shaken. "Lilly, Henry...he almost...he almost ra***ped me," I whispered. Lilly's face went white with rage. "That monster!" she hissed, her eyes blazing with anger. "I knew he was a beast, but I never thought he'd stoop so low." I poured out the entire horrific encounter to Lilly, from Henry's attempted assault to Sophia's venomous outburst. As I spoke, Lilly's expression transformed from concern to shock, her eyes widening in disbelief.

I stared him down, zero fear in my eyes. "Let's get something straight. This house? Rebuilt with my dad's death benefits. I make my own money. I've taken care of your mom for ten years. I don't need praise—but I deserve respect. This is how you thank me?" He didn't have a comeback. Still had a sliver of shame left. I turned, walked back to my room, pulled out the application form, and filled it in—slow and steady.

“Take it. All of it.” I struggled, but his grip was absolute. Black spots danced at the edge of my vision. Panic surged. I clawed at the bond, at the connection between us, and I didn’t just ask for his power this time. I demanded it. I reached into that roaring ocean of his strength and I pulled. The world went white. A raw, guttural cry was torn from my throat. Zero’s grip vanished as he was thrown backward from me as if by a bomb blast. He hit the far wall of the pit with a sickening crunch and slid down into the sand, motionless.

Alina had a concussion, and it was still impossible to read and watch TV. After her mother left, she met a patient who was with her in the ward. Veronica was twenty-four years old, and she clearly had a broken leg. If there were still injuries, Alina did not see them, but she did not dare to ask, she did not want to spoil the mood of a new acquaintance. Moreover, she needed the location of Veronica. She, most likely, as a disinterested person, will not deceive or withhold information.

Derek's roar exploded across the main office area like a clap of thunder. A dead silence fell over the room, so absolute that the sound of a pin hitting the floor would have echoed like a gunshot. Everyone froze in place as if someone had hit the pause button. Bruce, whose face had been dripping with sycophantic flattery just moments before, felt his smile instantly congeal. His portly frame shuddered violently. He stepped forward, sweat pouring down his face, his voice trembling as he made one last desperate attempt.

“Apologize to her! And promise you’ll give her a child in the future as compensation!” When my knees hit the cold tile floor, pain and a chill spread through my body. I struggled to stand, but his hand pressed down on my shoulder, holding me in place. “Have you gone mute? Apologize! Do you hear me?” I forced myself to speak, word by word, “I didn’t push her. If you don’t believe me, go check the neighbors’ surveillance footage.” The camera outside the neighbor’s door would clearly show Ruby staging the whole thing. However, Zach did not believe me.