Zero From Hit The Floor Novels & Stories

The impact had not been gentle at all. Zero lay where he had fallen, his body half turned against fractured stone, breath shallow but steady. Dust still drifted through the air around him, his ribs should have been broken from the impact, but oddly.. he seemed fine. The ground beneath him had caved slightly from the force that struck him down, a shallow crater marking the place where everything had shifted. Above him whilst his eye still closed, the sky stretched wide and distant, colorless in its stillness. The world outside continued as if nothing had happened.

Her flip-flops hit the hardwood floor, but even their heavy slap didn't puncture the bubble they were in. He went to his knees and grinned. "I've missed this."

"You held me down, but I got up Already brushing off the dust You hear my voice, you hear that sound Like thunder, gonna shake the ground You held me down, but I got up Get ready 'cause I've had enough I see it all, I see it now…" Zinnia woke up. Her return was sudden and forceful, making me stagger and almost hit my head on the kitchen island. I managed to catch myself before I fell by roughly grabbing the plush pink swivel kitchen island pub stool and grabbing the end of the granite top. I gritted my teeth as my legs buckled, the full force of her power shooting through my body like a thousand-year angry ocean that broke free.

One Hundred and Eight. Freda’s POV Zero stared at his hand and let out a shriek that turned all attention solemnly on him. My heart raced. It was hard to believe I had done that. I really did it. Then Zero screamed, falling on his knee. “How? How?” He turned his hand, searching for something. “It’s truly healed.” Then suddenly, he bowed down. Surprised, I parted my lips, but no words came out. As if they were on command, everyone started shouting and bowing down to me.

When I'm pulling an overnight shift at midnight, I receive a text from my boyfriend of five years, Robert Howell. "I've already ended the rental agreement on our previous apartment. I'm sending you our new address now." After glancing at the address, realization dawns on me immediately. "Is this because of Daisy again?" Daisy Baldwin is the so-called delicate yet strong-willed young woman, whom Robert has mentioned to me. This is our third time moving apartments in just half a year. We've moved from a high-end apartment located in the boisterous city all the way to a residential area in the rural slums. All this… just so Robert can get closer to Daisy. I must have exposed Robert's tr

As soon as I hit the floor, I was out. CHAPTER

He pulls out and makes his way south. His tongue flicks my clit and he sucks his way to my release. I'm practically spent when he turns me around. "I'm not done with you Alma." He grinds into me from behind and starts to move. His hips move with mine in a synchronized dance. Im building again, "fuck me Jordyn. Im gonna cum." We find our release together as both collapse on the floor in the library.

" Liam was on edge, his mind about to break. He stood in the empty room, yelling again and again for it to come back. The system could not take it anymore and just crashed. [Beep beep! Memory wipe of character 'Liam' in progress... Error!] [Alert! Alert! Error!]

That knocked the fight and air out of me. I was unconscious before I even hit the floor.

It was cleanliness again, filtered appetite, geometry pretending ethics. Maera’s hand found Evelyn’s sleeve. “Hear it?” “I do,” Evelyn said. She rose. “Knees,” she told Lucien, and without needing more explanation he began the oldest percussion in any city: he tipped one stool, set it down. Thock. He tipped the second. Thock. The sound traveled like sense. People looked; hands found chair seats; someone laughed, a small clear note that ruined solemnity’s appetite. Evelyn stepped into the open and lifted the hinge. “Motion,” she said, and swung it once. The little metal voice said open.