Zero From Hit The Floor Novels & Stories

His face was saying I-don’t-give-a-fuck look. “He’s hitting his new neighbor,” I heard my brother laugh. “What’s the name, Mave?” My eyes narrowed into slits as I looked at him. He playfully smiled at me. My brother is so nosy. “I think it’s Rea May?” Maven innocently said. “Am I right, Z?” My lips pursed. They are obviously teasing Zero. “Renesmay,” Zero glared at him. “Don’t you dare make fun of her name, asshole.”

I screamed across the field. He was almost at the touchdown line, but a linebacker plowed across the field and tackled him to the ground with just a few feet to go. The crowd erupted in boos and groans of disappointment, and I watched as Aiden ripped off his helmet and threw it on the ground before he fell to his knees and punched the ground a couple of times.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

"Let's start." The coin clattered to the ground, and Anna smirked triumphantly. "First round's mine. Got any last words, Zoe?" I stayed calm. "Not really." The coin fell a second time. I slowly lifted my gaze. "This one's mine." "I'll flip it myself for the last round," Anna scoffed and snatched the coin from my hand. The coin dropped, bouncing once before rolling across the floor. It stopped at Daniel's feet. Anna's face went pale, and a laugh escaped me.

It didn’t come free. Satisfied, Kylee pressed her feet against the house and rappelled upward, using her grip on the vine to climb to the second story. There was no landing or anything to rest on when she reached the window. Luckily, Price had left it ajar, probably to let in the cool evening breeze. The screen was already off, leaning against the wall inside. Kylee shimmied her slender body under the cracked window. Her hands hit the hardwood floor first. She crept inside, letting her eyes get used to the dark before she moved around. Last thing she wanted to do was make a loud noise and spook Price, or wake the whole house.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out. More comments floated post. [He's starting to hurt.] [Good. It's not enough, though.] [I want to see him on his knees.] Just then, the door to the hospital room was flung open.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

It would only make the cell seem smaller. I trip over the blanket wadded up on the floor, catching my bare toes just right on the fabric to send me flailing toward the cot. My hip connects with the thin mattress, and I bounce off it onto the stone floor. I slam into the floor on my right hip. My head hits the concrete, making a burst of bright sparks dance behind my eyes. Before I can catch a breath, the shadow attacks, and this time, I have nowhere to run.

‎ ‎“Whitfield! What the hell was that?” ‎Coach yelled from somewhere behind me. His voice sounded far away through the ringing in my ears. I pushed off the boards and rolled my shoulder. I grinned at nothing. The hit did exactly what I needed it to do. For one clean second, my head was completely empty. There was only pain. It was simple, sharp, and mine. ‎ ‎Then the second passed. My head filled right back up. ‎

ELARA I stared at the bills on the floor. He was trying to humiliate me. And if I ran out like this—teary, shaking—wouldn’t that be handing him a shiny new trophy to put next to his hockey awards? Here was the thing about hitting rock bottom: there’s no basement underneath it. He’d already stripped away my pack rank, and my dignity. I had absolutely nothing left to lose. So, I opted for mutually assured destruction. “You slept with me,” I said.