Zero Novel Novels & Stories

"Stop what you're doing." "Who are you?" The sound of typing on a computer rang out, my fingers kept shaking. My initial response was one of skepticism, a natural reaction when two individuals appear to be on the same scent, tracking down those elusive figures who thrive in the dark corners of the web. Zero-One's intentions remained an impenetrable mist, as he cautioned me against digging any deeper. The seeds of doubt were sown, casting suspicion over his true motives. Could he, in fact, be one of them, donning the cloak of benevolence to hide his true colors?

PART TWO: Things That Go Bump April 2016 CHAPTER TEN The Upside Down Books When Brad glanced down at the lower right-hand corner of his computer screen, he was surprised to find it was a quarter to eleven p.m. He’d sat down to write at eight, planning to work for only an hour. He’d gotten caught up in the story, however, hitting a streak and riding the wave of inspiration. It felt good to be this motivated again after struggling for months.

--- In a dark corner of the Cathedral, Julian knelt before an old filing cabinet hidden beneath stone tiles. He opened it carefully and retrieved a small metal canister - sleek, silver, and cold. Inside, a single vial. He stared at it, fingers trembling. Then, from behind him, a voice. "You never learned how to clean up after yourself." Julian froze. A figure stepped from the shadows. Tall, coat flapping like a bat's wing. Nova. "You came early," he said. She smiled. "Just in time."

In the center of this burgeoning void stood the entity that wore Mia’s face—a towering, translucent mosaic of a thousand lost souls, her eyes glowing with the cold, bronze light of the Fourteenth. "The Secret of the First Chapter," the Mia-entity repeated, her voice a choral vibration that rattled my teeth. "The system cannot be grounded by a Banker who doesn't know her own origin. The 'Zero' is not a lack of value, Seraphina. It is the point where the story began before the Thorne and the Vance wrote over it with their blood."

POV: Zero (Mia) I woke up to silence, sharp and unnatural. No hospital beeps, no whispered voices, not even the distant buzz of fluorescent lights. Just cold stillness and the steady throb of pain behind my right eye. My eyes flicked open. The room wasn’t familiar, but it wasn’t hostile. Cream walls. A large window spilling moonlight across the floor. A tray of untouched food. Clean clothes folded on a chair. It wasn’t a hospital. Not exactly.

"Derby, why are you shouting loud enough to alert the entire neighborhood?" "Because your useless trash of a good-for-nothing son-in-law has invented a new category of unemployment!" Derby hollered, turning her assault toward Victor while gesturing wildly at Ethan. "Victor, come and listen! He went all the way to Horizon Logistics—a multi-billion-dollar enterprise in the middle of Rythm City—and came back with a job that has no desk, no office, no hours, no supervisor, and NO SALARY!" Victor froze, slowly removing his spectacles. "No salary?"

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"Well then, let me spell it out for you. "You invited me to your dance competition that day, planning to have me kidnapped on the way. But things didn’t go as expected, so you and Yannis came up with a new plan. This time, you are the one being kidnapped. You wanted to demand my company's shares as ransom. "But you miscalculated one thing. During the video call that day, I noticed something strange—the kidnapper had a mole on his hand, just like Yannis did. It was even on the same finger, the same spot."