Zero Novella Novels & Stories

into a "Landscape." "Is the story finished, Avery?" Nova asked, popping a strawberry into her mouth. "The 'Old-Story' is," Avery replied, looking out the window at a world that was finally, beautifully "Un-Written." "The 'New-One'... well, that’s up to you."

030 [Alora’s POV] I was in my room, sitting peacefully on my bed as I drafted new chapters for my ongoing book. The word count read 20,000, and I couldn't help but sigh. I hadn’t had the time to write properly lately—all thanks to the drama playing out in this house like a never-ending soap opera. But right now? This was my only chance to make progress, and there was no way I’d let it slip. Just when I clicked back into the zone, a knock came at the door.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

"I wrote 'Project Blackout' six years ago. I was nineteen. I was living in a shipping container in Sector 4. My little sister, Rina, had synthetic lung failure. She needed a transplant. The hospitals in your shiny Sector 1 wouldn't take her without insurance." Nova’s eyes burned with angry tears. "I needed fifty thousand credits in twenty-four hours, or she would suffocate." She took a breath, shaking. "So I wrote the nastiest, most aggressive shield-breaker I could dream up. I put it on the dark net. An auction. Highest bidder takes the source code." Altair watched her. He was calculating. Testing her pulse rate visually. She was telling the truth. "Who bought it?" Altair asked coldly. "Ano

--- 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."

It was a tranquil afternoon, a respite from the tumultuous events that had recently consumed their thoughts. Engrossed in their conversation, the pair turned a corner, only to collide with the presence of the mysterious man they had encountered before. Startled, Zoe and Cristiano stumbled backward, their eyes widening in surprise. The man stood before them, his tattered clothes clinging to his frail frame, his eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and recognition. "Apologies," Zoe managed to utter, extending a hand to help the man regain his balance. "Are you alright?" The man's gaze flickered between Zoe and Cristiano, his expression oscillating between suspicion and vulnerability. His lip

" she said and typed on the chapter she was working on. She typed until she came to a stop and posted it in her website. Seeing what she had written, a smile was plastered on her lips. She killed her female lead. She was too perfect and there wasn't a perfect life. She closed her eyes and fell on her laptop. A bright light suddenly appeared around her, forming a thick mist. Her body glowed brightly until she was left of nothing. She disappeared.

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five

--- > Chapter 1 --- Slowly, he turned the page. --- The next page was blank. --- And the next. --- And the next. --- An entire book full of blank pages. --- Waiting. --- Ready. --- Jonas swallowed. --- "I like that." --- Mira smiled. --- Leon did too. --- And Aren ran his hand over the paper. --- Then he understood. --- Not everything. --- But enough. --- Some stories didn't end. --- They continued to be written. --- By new people. --- With new memories. --- And somewhere between the rain, the flowers, and the silent shelves, a new story had just begun.