Zero From Hit The Floor Novels & Stories

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

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.

On my first night after moving into Building 4 of Hawthorne Lane Apartments, the elevator stopped at the nonexistent thirteenth floor. My younger brother, who had been missing for three months, was kneeling outside the doors. An old apartment-number plaque hung around his neck. It read 1204. I was just about to call out to him when the red light above the elevator doors came on. A building manager in a blue uniform suddenly appeared behind me and pushed a report form into my hand. His lips lifted into a frozen smile. “No talking under the red light. If you want to live, write down a neighbor’s apartment number.” Only later did I learn the truth. The most terrifying thing about this building

The woman grumbled after receiving a phone call from a middle-aged man who was always sworn to be “the old base of the bank.” He only cared about his treasures and wealth and told me to replace him at the party later in the evening? Don’t dream of her angry sister while striking her leg strongly. Fortunately, the floor would not crumble after being struck by Higheels as high as 7 cm and crumbling it. If hit to the body or the head, the pain is felt, but because the elevator floor may be used to it, it may only sound like a knock.

“I know where they took him.” Seraphina looked at her. “Where?” The girl pointed toward the elevator. “Floor zero.” Seraphina frowned. “There is no floor zero.” The girl smiled sadly. “There is now.” The elevator doors opened by themselves. Inside was complete darkness. Then the display changed. FLOOR 0 — CROWN ORIGIN Seraphina stepped inside. The doors began closing. And just before they shut, she heard Isolde whisper: “Welcome to the beginning.”

He grabs something from the floor on the other side of him and sets it on the table in front of us. “Popcorn to make it perfect,” he announces and puts a handful into his mouth. I do the same. My eyes are trained on the T.V. screen but I can’t seem to process the images. My mind is too busy plotting, waiting for him to grab his glass. I pick mine up and take a sip. It prompts him to take a sip too. Perfect. I gulp half of it this time and he does the same. This is too easy. We finish the remaining and I refill our glass, to the brim this time.

This one was larger-a bit more fast and schooled. Leora slipped by its first hit but it pounced again. She stumbled over a blasted root, and then the rogue seized her down on the ground. The feelings of panic arose and surged within her as she was pushed against the ground with the snarling muzzle inches away from her. One, she could feel it breathing on her skin, and two, its claws were digging into her shoulders. “Leora!” Liam's shout broke the commotion. Before the rogue could deliver a strike, Liam barreled into it hard enough to knock it off from her. They fell together in a bundle on the ground, and within seconds, he was on top of it, putting an end to the rogue with a body-crushing b

Eva and Isla said and showed him thumbs up. Parth walked up to Darsh. They were back to the court and game started. Eva and Isla were sitting on one of the bench, ready to cheer Parth and his team.Parth had decided give his best. Ryan and his team gave a nice start. He continuously scored 5 basket. Whenever he scored basket, his girlfriend showed thumbs down to Parth. Parth was getting so annoyed at her. He pushed himself harder and started scoring score one after another. His captain patted his back. Ryan and his team were bewildered at his aggressive game. He alone scored 15 out of 25.The game ended and the final score was 23-25.His team had won the match. His body was drenched in sweat, f

His side face crushed between the floor and her stiletto. He groaned loudly. Their eyes met, but there was nothing more than hatred towards him and a hint of betrayal. "Don't speak and do as I say." She said to him. "Get up and walk." Just then, she lifted her foot and put it back on the ground. She watched him struggled to get up, but she ordered Katherine to get the chair ready for him.

Tears of joy started to well in her eyes again. “Our room is just there.” He nodded to the door to the right of the room. Of course she started walking towards it and found that one of her steps sunk in just a little more than the rest of the flooring. “Hmm.” She took her weight off and placed it down again kind of bouncing her weight. “What?” Robert crossed the room to her observing the ground. “The floor seems off here. No big deal it’s probably just the house settling. I will worry about it in the morning.” She assured him.