Zero Novel Novels & Stories

--- 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."

continued Zero. "Who's ignoring you, anyway? You are the one this morning who immediately turned off the phone when I was drinking," replied Zeva. "Hah? So this morning you were drinking? Then, it means I'm talking to myself? Well, I'm already like a crazy person," said Zero. "Be careful when you say it, you could be really crazy," replied Zeva. "I'm really crazy, aren't I? Crazy about you," said Zero. "Huft… that's really old school," commented Zeva, even though Zero's bullshit had managed to make her feel awkward.

I sulk thinking about the sexy alien warrior yet again. I roll My eyes at my defiant body that just does not want to let go of the new leading man in my new fantasy obsession. I picture him standing beside the tub in his full armor observing my naked body beneath the waters’ surface. My heart starts slamming against my ribcage the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I make eye contact with him.

She whipped open the door ready to give hell to the knocker. A gorgeous man stood there. His hair was in a military style cut, he was at least half a foot taller than her. His face was hard, a five o'clock shadow already forming. She thought his nose looked like it might have been broken once or twice, but it only added to his good looks. Then she locked eyes with him. Hazel colored orbs looked into her light blue ones. It almost looked like the brown and green were swirling with each other. His pupils started to dilate and Clara realized she was staring.

I sat on the bed in the guest room until 3:00 a.m. There wasn't any noise coming from Jeffrey's room next door. In the meantime, I used the new phone that Helen had bought me and found a fairly good apartment. It was just dawn. The whole house was silent. I held my leather shoes and went out barefoot. When I walked outside, I suddenly saw Jeffrey's car. Next to the car, a person leaned against it, playing with his phone. I was afraid to see Jeffrey standing there.

Muhammad asked. “I guess there is a lot I need to learn outside the field of Medicine,” Maryam replied and they both laughed. As Muhammad swam, they both chatted towards dawn. About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author, Philosopher and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. Musa is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. Musa was among the participants of the L. Ron Hubbard’s Writers of the Future Online Workshop 2020 mentored by Orson Scott Card, David Farland and Tim Powers. He was also shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) Writing Workshop 2019 mentored by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festi

Third person POV: Shelly just reached the office after leaving Shaina in her school. She goes straight to the ceo office. This is the first day of her joining as the new secretary to the ceo. She knocked on the door then a faint come in is heard and she enter the office. Yash is seated on his chair behind the large oak table. All files are scattered on the table. He looked up from a file that he is working on. His eyes landed on the Shelly and a big smile stretched on his face.

My wolf didn't want to hear any of it. My cell was open and I was tossed in it, while Zahra was put in the one opposite me. I laid on the cold hard floor, staring at the high window. I felt nothing. I felt numb. I couldn't feel my wolf. I curled up into a ball and ignored every attempt Zahra made to talk to me. Get up, Mima. I whispered to myself but I underestimated the mate bond or the feelings of the lack of it thereof. 5 days had gone by. I could tell from the number of times the moon and sun had come up. The cells became emptier, day by day. Soon it was as silent as a church mouse.

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"