Zero Kara Novels & Stories

“You’re late.” Her voice was eerie in its calmness. And something shimmered around her—barely visible, like heatwaves. “Who are you?” Isla asked. The girl stepped forward, feet silent. “Name doesn’t matter. We don’t use them anymore. But if you need one… they used to call me Kara.” Ethan’s jaw clenched. “You’re one of the Threshold Children.” Kara nodded. “Are there others?” Isla asked. “Yes,” Kara said. “Some still sleep. Others… wandered away. Lost their minds. Lost their selves.” She blinked slowly, dreamlike. “You’re the last one to wake. The final thread.”

Every opportunity was cut off, leaving her with nowhere to turn. She had tried streaming, but the moment she went live, she was bombarded with hate comments. Eventually, she was even reported and banned. Then came the final blow—her miscarriage. The doctor told her she had neglected her health for years, and as a result, she would never be able to conceive again. With no way out, she decided to drag Joseph down with her. The men who had been so eager to attack me just moments ago stood frozen in shock. "Fuck! That bitch, Yarra, played us! She came crying to us, convincing us to stand up for her, and then she turned around and threw us all under the bus!"

"I don't know if your promise means anything or not. But I have to remind you, once you commit an offense, not only do you lose the opportunity to work anywhere, but I can also erase all your dreams. Got it!" "I understand, miss," said Karla with a pale face and trembling body. "Good." Karla's face was still pale, and her breathing was restrained until she only breathed normally after Zeny entered the elevator. He had never had a job in HSP before. Only this time, she gets directly from Zeny, the second woman in the HSP who has excellent power.

******** SOMEWHERE IN SALADO “Shit.” Kyla muttered as soon as the call ended, she walked angrily to Charles in the living room and he gave her a questioning look. “What?” “Change of plans.” “What?” “We are killing Audrey.”

I warn you, I'm graceful as an elephant. “Grace is the last thing you need,” he laughs, pulling out his phone. A couple of minutes, and a simple melody rings over a deserted alley in the very heart of London, so alive, soaked in the sun and carelessness ... A swarthy boy who looks like a faun holds her hands, showing the simple movements of a Greek dance. Keith makes a mistake, laughs: “Fuck, I seem to be just dumb. Grace is nothing. Show it once again? “Do you think I mastered everything in five minutes on my own?” Hank smiles back.

The day of the ball arrived without any fanfare. That morning, Kara was unusually quiet. The main reason was due to the fact that she wanted to align all of her plans in a more understandable manner. She hadn’t told Paulo this yet but her plans were mainly scattered. Fine, she had the understanding of what she wanted to do but at other times, she was really confused about what she wanted to do. Kara, still in her night robe, made her way towards the window, looking out of it. This whole group was here's to rule and command and still, she couldn’t quite believe that it was her’s to rule.

Olivia Bennett Walker arrived at the small independent newsroom on the edge of downtown Miami with a folder tucked under her arm and a resolve she hadn't felt in months. She'd spent weeks turning the idea over in her mind — a charitable foundation project she wanted to launch under her own name, separate from Walker Group, separate from Ryan's shadow entirely. She needed something that belonged only to her.

She held Maren for thirty seconds and then had to give her back because the crying was making her shake and she did not trust herself with the shaking. Then she composed herself in approximately forty-five seconds, which was a personal record. Then she held Maren again. "Hello," she said. "I'm Kara. I am going to be I'm going to be the person who tells you all the good stories. All the ones your father won't tell because they make him look undignified." She looked at me. "I have material." "I know you do," I said. "So much material," she said. "Entry sixty-four, subheading B," Mila said. "Kara immediately begins collecting material."

It materialized directly on the track. Between Alina and Kaira. A black vehicle. Unlike anything else in the Archive. No silver. No symbols. No light. Just darkness. Both women froze. The system exploded. Every notification turned blood red. [UNAUTHORIZED PARTICIPANT DETECTED] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] The black car accelerated instantly. Faster than either of them. Impossible speed. Impossible presence. The finish line was only moments away. Kaira's face lost all color.