Zero Novella Novels & Stories

'' Novella Novella walked out of the room with her in pieces there was once a time she was deeply in love with Kanji. Two years ago Novella Committed a sin to save Kanji from Debt Collector there was a time where kanji was on addictive drugs. it was an impossible situation Novella Hid this from her Parent she would offend pay off his debts. But when she couldn't pay in gold she had to pay by other memes. The Result end up saving Kanji's Life but it broke their relationship but the truth was they were both still in love with one another.

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

Basira stood before him in the same way, till at last she cried out, “A second confusion!” Zastar, greatly amused, blinked some time with his sound eye; at length ho said, “Sir Novoveski, a friend and subordinate of our Geswer, and this is Lady Ladder. Tfu! I wanted to say Yezorkoy.” Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.”

), and Jackson ("Suspicion" "But your brain," Nova smiled. "It's quiet. Like snow." She climbed onto the empty chair next to him and stole a roll from his plate. "I like you." Jackson dropped his fork. Clatter. Nova liked no one. She was terrified of strangers. But she sat next to this boy as if he were family. "Snow..." Jackson repeated the word. He looked at Kian's intense green eyes again. He looked at the shape of his jaw. A memory flashed in Jackson's mind. A blizzard in Iceland. A man in a robot suit. A girl with broken glasses.

‎ ‎Alpha Lucian watched me, eagerly waiting for my answer. ‎ ‎"No," I answered. ‎ ‎"Enhanced speed?" ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎"Unusual healing?" ‎ ‎"No." ‎ ‎"Have you ever heard voices that others couldn't hear?" ‎ ‎I hesitated. ‎ ‎For a moment, I considered lying. But then I decided to tell the truth. ‎ ‎"Yes." ‎ ‎The elders exchanged glances. ‎ ‎One of them leaned forward. ‎ ‎"Was it frequent?" ‎

Wren asked him with precise calm. At four forty-seven in the morning — as the sky outside began the shift from black to deep blue — a new voice entered the room. Small. Furious. Unmistakably present. A girl. Nova lay back against the pillow and Dr. Wren put a warm, wrinkled, absolutely indignant small person on her chest and Nova looked at her face and felt the thing she had felt twice before — the specific, total rearrangement of everything she thought she understood about herself. *Oh,* she thought. *There you are.*

Nova blinked softly as he walked into the spacious sitting room, carrying a cold glass of fresh juice in his hand. “I really feel like I should have just forgiven Camilla,” Nova whispered sadly, looking up at him as he stretched the glass out to her. “She did not consider your life or your sanity for a single second, Nova,” Zaydeen replied firmly, his tone dark and protective as he handed her the glass. “You should not waste your tears or your guilt on a person who wanted to destroy you permanently.” Nova let out a soft sigh. She lifted the glass to her lips and quickly downed the sweet liquid, feeling the coldness hit her throat before setting the empty glass down heavily on the small side

My nose had stopped bleeding, thank the Goddess for alpha healing, but humiliation still clung to my skin like smoke. Back inside my dorm room, I paced the length of the floor, back and forth, boots thumping with each turn. My thoughts zipped frantically through my head. Nova was hiding something. And I would be the one to uncover it. “Alpha,” Rowan entered again, clearing his throat softly, “I gathered some information on Nova. It’s not much yet but—” I sliced my hand through the air. “Get me books and paper right now.” He blinked. “Why…”

Except this one was dry. Untouched. A folded note rested on top. Noah unfolded it. The handwriting matched the damaged notebook perfectly. You found the wrong journal. Ava felt the room grow colder. Noah opened the new journal. The first page contained only a single sentence. My name is Adrian Voss, and if Noah Volkov is reading this, then I have already been dead for ten years. The room fell silent. Daniel looked at Noah. “So…” He swallowed hard. “The fifth man finally has a name.”

I felt like nothing could scare me anymore. The next day, I went to the office. Work kept me busy until nightfall. Rudolf sent me countless messages during this time. I didn't read them, didn't reply. That evening, when I got home, I planned to pack my things and leave. But the moment I opened the door, I heard the sound of a child's laughter. Vivian was standing right in front of me. She was wearing a maid's uniform, her face bare. In the living room, a little boy was playing noisily, leaving the place a mess.