Zero Novella Novels & Stories

She did not know how long had passed when a small window in the iron door slid open, a beam of flashlight cutting through the darkness. "Donna, the Don wants to know if you understand your mistake." Mabel's lips were blue with cold. Her voice was so faint it was barely audible, yet unwavering. "I…did…nothing…wrong. "Cheryl…deserves…to die." The window slammed shut. The cold surged back in. This time, hallucinations began to take hold. She saw Zachary standing before her, his face smeared with blood, crying. She saw Anthony holding a diamond ring, turning away from her to place it on Cheryl's finger.

“You said that you read the novel in that world, can you tell me about the plot and why did I become a villain? I feel that there's something suspicious with the content of the book, much more the author of the book. Did the author of the novel that you read have a supernatural power that can see the future of the other world? I always have this feeling that this world, which is our original world isn't made by the author, much more because of the novel. The author of the book you read is suspicious.” I looked at him wide-eyed as I cheerfully kissed his cheeks. “You thought so too? Back then I have already been suspicious of the author whose pen name was ‘zero’. Back in that world, I happene

SILAS SULLIVAN After coming from the Amusement Park, I was so mad that I didn’t add this up sooner. I failed to add up the puzzle. The only people Chloe trusted with that so much money and information that might destroy everything I’ve worked had for would be her family and her girlfriends and all her girlfriends are out of the country except one which is Nicole Hemsworth. My new obsession. That woman would make any man cum on his pants just by looking at her. I’ve fought with my man because they couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Her hands explored his masculine body and started kissing every inch of him. To my readers: Greetings! I'm Zen and a new author here in Goodnovel. How do you find every chapter of my story? Please let me know your thoughts by commenting down below. Thank you and God bless you all! Stay safe everyone! Love you all. By : Zen

I wrote for the rest of the period without stopping. When the bell went I looked at what I had produced and felt that specific unease of having said something on paper that was truer than I had intended. Three quarters of a page. Every sentence clean. None of it named. All of it obvious to anyone who knew what they were looking at. I closed the notebook. "Nova." Mr. Vance's voice. I looked up. The room was emptying. "Could you stay back a moment?" — The classroom emptied fast.

Ernesta was completely lost, but then 001's robotic voice filled the air, “We're in a novel called 'The Genius Game Designer and Her Foster Father'. You're currently the antagonist and have a tragic ending. Your mission is to change your fate and fulfill the character's wishes.” Ernesta rubbed her forehead. Changing someone's life, was that really as easy as 001 made it sound? “So, what's the story about?” she asked. “The system wants to upload the novel's plot into your head. Confirm to proceed?” Ernesta nodded. “Confirm.” “Here's the author's introduction:

“Which means either we finally found something useful or I’m about to lose my remaining sanity.” Silas glanced toward the cover. “Which is it?” “Unclear.” “That’s reassuring.” “It gets worse,” she continued, already dragging the chair beside the fire closer before sitting down. “This one actually starts promising. Mentions divine balance, relic corruption, celestial displacement...” Silas blinked once. “You’re making those words up now.” “I wish I was.” Victoria opened the book across her lap before flipping several pages deeper into the text, visibly annoyed by nearly every paragraph she passed.

One sunny afternoon, as Liam and Jake enjoyed a leisurely stroll through a bustling city park, they stumbled upon a small outdoor art exhibition. Intrigued, they decided to explore the vibrant display of paintings and sculptures. As they admired the artwork, Liam's eyes were drawn to a particular painting—a mesmerising portrait of a mysterious woman with striking resemblance to Jake. The artist, a young and talented painter named Lucas, approached them, beaming with pride at his creation. "Ah, I see you've noticed my latest masterpiece," Lucas exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This painting is inspired by the beauty and complexity of human relationships.

"Hey guys. Who wants ice cream or pizza? What do you guys want?" Someone hissed, "Not this crap again?" And commented. Everyone heard it. Lucille smirked and bit her lower lip. "When I was seven, my dad sent us away. See, the month before, someone we cared about died, he was in the hospital with all these tubes in him and he looked so thin and fragile. To us it was scarey so we had nightmares. We used to wake up so scared. Then a month later, daddy says we're going on holiday in Italy. So he sends us away with aunt Mattilda. And when we get there, we go to aunt Mattie's cousin, aunt Rachel. After a few days, aunt Mattie leaves us. So days turn to weeks and no one else comes to spend the holi

Without instruction. Just nature, doing what nature does when the right conditions finally exist. ______________ I originally intended for Zara to be possessed by morrha but while I was working on the novel, I realised Mira was a better option someone unexpected. thanks for staying with me through to the end of arc one. arc 2 resumes tomorrow. I apologise for only uploading one chapter today ARC ONE ENDS