Zero Novella Novels & Stories

Almost sadly. “You believe that because you think your story began with this life.” The words settled heavily over the void. “It did not.” My chest tightened. The Keeper slowly raised one hand. The darkness split apart. A new memory emerged. Older than the others. Older than the First Wolf. Older than the prison. Older than the cycle itself. The vision swallowed me whole. Suddenly, I was standing beneath an unfamiliar sky. There were no stars. No moon. No sun. Only endless silver light stretches across existence. The world looked young. At the center of the vision stood a girl.

"I was wrong, Yvonne. Never trust a man." Moonlight cast an ethereal glow on her face. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was loud in the quiet night. I didn't know what was going on, but my heart felt heavy for some reason. A long, long time later, Mom threw her phone into the sea. Then, she gave me ten dollars. Grabbing my shoulders, she said, "Yvonne, can you go and get me a bottle of water? Don't tell anyone I'm here, alright? If you do, you won't see me again!"

*Winter* The past few days wrapped around me like a cozy blanket, a confusing yet comforting hug from the unfamiliar community. I was still struggling with my parents' condition, hanging over me like a cloud, sometimes breaking apart to let some sunlight in. Every time I entered the hospital, their pale faces were my anchors, but instead of sinking into despair, I was lifted by the laughter and warmth of my new friends. Brax, Luca, Eva, and Noah had subtly changed my view, and with each moment, I felt like I was discovering a new part of myself — one that wasn't overshadowed by fear and uncertainty.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

POV(FIONA), Everything went blank, or maybe something like, mist covering the whole place, but it was preety different, and it kept changing, and now, I'm in the middle of a thick forest, and I could hear the sounds of the Forest animals, it felt too real to be an illusion. It was fine, as long as I'm not in the middle of some people, who just want to watch me being humiliated, it felt so good, and that moment, i thought.....

If he was coming after me, then he would have to break down two locked doors. I flipped on the shower and waited for the water to heat, trying to process what had just happened. Every woman's erotic fantasy had just come to life. I shrugged. Well, maybe not the wolf part. But walking out to the living room with a gorgeous naked man lying on the futon was... unreal. The stuff made of fantasy... or paranormal romance novels. Pushing the thought from my mind, I stripped down and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water calm me down, since I appeared to be on an adrenalin high.

The woman let out an exasperated sigh before her eyes hovered on April G, who froze at the eye contact. She then smiled and loomed over. [Videtur quod te salvum me. Qui ut tibi sit?] –she said but Madison remained stiff on her spot. The woman tuts and hums before clearing her throat. She stared at the child’s temple and straightened, as if realizing something. “It seems that Latin is no longer a widely spread language. No wonder the bats got your tongue.” She bowed. “Greetings. I am Zai. I have been trapped in this book for decades, but now I am free. You freed me.” A smile.

Chapter 11 CHAPTER ELEVEN : Warning Call NOVA POV I was a bundle of nerves, even after Grant stopped by later. While my heart was busy painting vulgar scenarios of how the night could go right, my head kept cataloguing all the ways it could go terribly wrong. And deep down, I knew,I probably wasn’t ready for any of it. I wore my thickest sweater even though the heater was on, sweat beading down my forehead like I’d run a marathon. My oversized, fluffy pajama bottoms swallowed my legs, and my glasses were perched neatly on my nose, the one consistent accessory in my life.

No sound of traffic, no distant hum of technology, nothing but a stillness that made her feel like she was walking through a forgotten graveyard. She looked around, her heart beating faster as the realization sank in: this was **Nyxterra**. The place she had only heard whispered rumors about, a world where lost memories supposedly went to die. It was said that those who wandered too far into the shadows of Nyxterra rarely came back. The city itself was a labyrinth of half-formed structures, their outlines blurred as though they were fading in and out of existence, forgotten by time and memory.