Zero Novella Novels & Stories

I narrow my eyes as well and notice papers carefully hidden inside the hollow section of the wall. Almost like someone expects this exact shot to expose them. Nova walks carefully towards it, swallowing hard. She pulls the paper out, and there are just seven words inside. ‘The broker isn't the one haunting you.’ Silence falls between us. The wind whistles through the broken stone. Nova keeps staring at the note. Then she freezes. Her fingers begin trembling. I look down at her just in time to see every trace of color leave her face. She lifts her eyes to mine, tears gathering again.

We are a little bit close to the end. Is it Roberto and Zeth (short story) Athena and Cassian (short story) Bruno Junior and Ischavor’s daughter (Probably a novel)

This was what Zero said exactly two months ago, on the day they spent the day together, "I've been interested in you since Sky likes to talk about you. I like you. No reason. Just like you love maple leaves. In my eyes, you and maple leaf are the same. Equally simple, but charming." After just hearing that Liora immediately guessed who Zeva was also from the Sky story, Zeva became curious. Zeva was curious about what Sky had to say about her. Is she the protagonist or antagonist in the Sky story? Or was she even a supporting character or even a cameo? Zeva guessed that she was the antagonist in the Sky story. Isn't everyone always an antagonist in someone else's story? But, in that case, why

she says landing a kiss on my lips, the one thing I always craved, only this time, it's a goodbye kiss. "Bye Nova" I say as the angel took hold of my hand and everything went dark, I forgot everything that ever happened, I forgot Nova, and Lucifer, but deep down inside my heart, she still held a special place. The END. Catch Andy's story in my volume two of this series, his book is called "SOLD".

THE HACKER’S Doll PART 2 Intro: Noelle Rowe came to Haven Street to disappear, to slip free of her past, her pain, and the fear that clung to her like a second skin. So she rents a quiet apartment, puts her name on a contract and the mailbox for the first time, and tells herself this fresh start will finally be a life not shaped by terror. But Haven Street has its own pulse and plans…. The building feels alive in ways she couldn’t explain…

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

He had promised her he'd stay away but that was going to be hard to do if he couldn't get her out of his mind. "Okay what's it going to be? Terminator, dark fate or The Nun." Reggie asked as she made herself comfortable on the love couch. William snapped out of his thoughts and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "You can't handle horror Reggie. I know you." Reggie laughed. "I have my knight here with me, I'm pretty sure I'd be safe." William had a goofy smile on his face. "Alright. The Nun it is." ***** "Oh no mum." Isabel groaned.

Nova froze. Then it began glowing. Brighter. Brighter. Brighter. The room filled with silver light. A sharp wind burst from nowhere. The pages of the journal flipped wildly. One page. Two pages. Ten pages. Dozens. Until suddenly— They stopped. Nova stared. A page she hadn't seen before lay open before her. Hidden between two sections. Almost invisible. As though it had only just revealed itself. At the center was a map. A detailed map of the eastern mountains.

It had changed once more. Its crystal no longer held a compass. Or a vision. It held countless tiny lights. Every lantern. Every road. Every friendship. Connected. Alive. Noah closed his journal with a smile. "I think..." he whispered, "...this is where every story truly begins." Above the valley, a new star appeared in the daylight sky. Not replacing the sun. Simply shining beside it. And somewhere, in a distant world no traveler had yet reached... someone looked up at that new star— and, for reasons they could not explain,

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o