Zero K Novel Novels & Stories

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

Kendra sucked in air as a vision of Queen Isabo appeared before her. The a****n queen was standing amongst a small group of aliens. It was Kendra’s first view of the aliens occupying inner earth. They looked exactly like the ones on the surface. She shuddered with repulsion as the memories of her time as their prisoner fluttered through her mind.

He scoffed and Chloe sighed, they heard footsteps behind them and they turned to see Kevin and Clyde walking down the stairs. “Hey.” Clyde called as they got closer, he hugged Chloe and she flinched a little because of her wound. “Sorry, are you okay?” He whispered and she nodded with a smile, Damien glanced at them and was about to tell Clyde to get his hands off her but he decided to let them be. “So, how did it go?” Damien asked Kevin and he smiled. “It worked sir, you are trending than when you were the most wanted criminal in the world.” He said handing Damien the tablet.

Zara is more important, but this little girl still has some explaining to do. Strong winds shifted Kaima's pen, which caused it to roll off the table, and Kaima rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm herself before picking her pen up. That earthy scent. It's time for the first rain of the year. Bye harmattan. "I'm not surprised though, I mean, who in her situation wouldn't be confused" An unsettling creak from the door caught both kaima's attention and mine. "It's just the wind. Don't tell me you're scared..." The mocking smile on her face froze as the door swung open. A metal door. What the hell is happening? Two men clad in black stepped in and one looked directly at me, His lips forming a

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

James laughed. Inside the Perisphere, the tour of the futuristic idealistic city of the next millennia, Democracity, was viewed from revolving balconies that formed sizeable rings suspended above the idealized city. From there, mingled with the rest of the excited fairgoers, they watched a six minute video with Democracity portrayed as the utopian vision. Designed of residential neighborhoods called Pleasantvilles and interspersed with industrial Millvilles in a mixed-use type zoning separated by beautiful fields reserved for agriculture and recreation, it was sterile and clean and promised egalitarian happiness. At the business and industrial hub of Democracity, was The Center, linked by gr

Same quiet strength in the way she held herself. Through the bond, Kaye faltered. It is her, she whispered. I felt her shock like a blow to my chest. Subject Zero smiled when she saw Kaye, a soft expression that looked too much like relief to be fake. “You came,” she said. Kaye stepped forward slowly. “You said neutral territory.” “This is neutral,” Subject Zero replied calmly. “No operatives. No soldiers. No handlers.” I scanned the forest, every sense stretched to its limit. I did not trust a single breath of still air.

Six months later. Living in the underbelly of the city with Zero was nothing like the gilded palace Kai had built for me. Zero’s headquarters was a sprawling, subterranean bunker beneath an abandoned iron foundry on the edge of the industrial district. It smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and cold metal. Monitors lined the concrete walls, casting a persistent, pale blue glow over rows of servers that hummed like a low, breathing beast. But it wasn't a prison. It was a factory for a new identity.

The walk back to the dorms was a blur of shadows and Lisa’s muffled sobs. The moment our door clicked shut behind us, she collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in her pillows. "We're going to get erased, Zara," she choked out, her voice raw. "You heard Vanessa. The High Council doesn't just expel people. They make you disappear." "We're not getting erased," I said, though my throat felt tight. I sat at my desk, pulling out a blank notebook. My hands were still cold from the corridor, but the phantom warmth of Adrian’s grip lingered on my wrist.