Zero One Book Novels & Stories

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Zero I passed the shelves, my fingers trailing on the pines as I walked, searching for the perfect book to read at work. I used to be a chronic addict of books when I was in college but now, being the CEO, sorry, acting CEO, I don’t even have the time to pick a book, but that changes now. Finally, my eyes stopped on one book, just as I was about to grab it, a masculine hand reached out for it and grabbed it. My gaze rests on him, disappointment simmering in my blood. But then his sharp jaw line distracts me.

Yet unwillingness gnawed at me, and I began to quietly follow him. After discovering that his so-called client meetings were actually visits to Ruby’s home, I had already been waiting for him to confront me. Hence, when he did not show up for our wedding rehearsal, I did not ask. When he texted me saying he was registering his marriage with Ruby, I did not object either. “Please move aside.” I had no interest in arguing with Ruby. I just wanted to leave. Just as Zach came out holding the first-aid kit, Ruby suddenly grabbed my hand and fell backward into a pile of shattered glass.

It felt strange, how something so small could pull at me like that. We kept walking. Somewhere near the corner shelf, I stopped again — a thin book caught my eye. The First Year: A Guide for New Parents. I reached for it, running my thumb along the spine. Pages soft, edges new. I flipped through — pictures of fathers holding babies, smiling mothers, small notes on feeding and sleep routines. For the first time that day, something in my chest loosened. “You know,” the storekeeper said, glancing at the book, “most fathers come back for that one. They say it helps.”

On the cover, the words The Final Draft were written in gold that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. "End of Book One," she repeated. Her voice was deeper than mine, tired and heavy with secrets. "You did well, Hazel. You broke the loop. But you didn’t break the contract. The readers are already clicking 'Next Chapter.' If you don't get in this car, the story will simply reset again, and next time, I won't be here to help you."

She meticulously crafted each chapter, weaving together practical advice, personal anecdotes, and thought-provoking exercises. The book, titled "Leading with Authenticity: Unleashing the Power of Genuine Leadership," became a bestseller shortly after its release. Leaders from all walks of life resonated with Luna's message and the principles she espoused. The book became a guidebook for those who sought to lead with authenticity and make a meaningful impact in their organizations and communities.

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

I sent a message to my subordinate, Justin. "Bring a team to Argon City's Summit View Hospital. System maintenance." "Understood." The system, which had been running smoothly just seconds ago, instantly crashed across the board. No one could log in. No one could alter a single record. I let out a cold laugh. Edward's dirty little secrets? I'd expose them myself. I picked up my bag and walked into the hospital lobby. The security guard at the entrance was the first to spot me. He pulled out his baton, ready to drive me away.

Third-person POV "Mr. Martin, what are we supposed to do? The reporters have surrounded the building. They're just waiting for you to go downstairs!" Lucius sat on the sofa, his expression so dark it looked ready to kill. "Have you found out who leaked it?" The secretary hesitated. "It's probably… Mrs. Martin. After all…" After all, the only person who knew about all one hundred of his affairs was Adele. Deep down, Lucius already had his suspicions. But hearing it confirmed still made his anger explode. He smashed the glass in his hand.