Zero Point Book Novels & Stories

"Mom, I want that one." The sweet plea of my son's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I looked down to see my three-year-old pointing eagerly at a cake behind the glass counter, his big eyes filled with hope. The saleswoman smilingly chimed in, "This is our latest creation, a peanut-flavored cake with a whopping fifty percent peanut content. And it comes with our very own handmade Chocolate-Covered Peanuts! This is the last piece we have for today."

I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity.

Evelyn POV “Phantom there's no way in hell I am wearing this!” Zombie complained as he held the pink t-shirt that read: ‘Down to DEFCON’. Buddha walked into the conference room with a huge smile on his face. “I don’t know Z, this shirt is pretty awesome.” He looked down at his own pink t-shirt that he had cut into a tank top. “I think pink is our color.” Zombie rolled his eyes. “You don’t even understand computers but yet you are wearing a shirt that only makes sense to computer people!”

I smile at her. “Go, open it.” She insists happily. “I thought about you when I saw it so I instantly bought it right away.” I started opening the paper bag and saw a notebook that seemed like a journey or something and a cute hand-knitted slipper inside. “That is a Mamentos Before Child Pregnancy Journal so you could write down everything you want to.” “Oh Gwyneth that’s so sweet of you. Thank you.” I said as I examined the journal before throwing myself to her. “This means so much to me. Thank you.

But before I could answer, the clasp on the book shimmered with light—and then unlatched itself. All three of us stared. "Did it just... unlock from your blood?" Andy asked, wide-eyed. "I think so," I breathed. "Creepy," he says. We all stared in silence for a moment, like the book might suddenly start glowing or chanting or floating off into the air. "She’s ready," Zerina whispered. "Now, we find the truth." I opened the book and carried it gently to the couch, holding it like something sacred—probably because it was.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so young! I thought tech experts were usually older.” I smiled faintly but didn’t bother to explain. His energy and straightforwardness reminded me of my college self—the old version of me who was once full of passion and ambition. When we got to the parking lot, my phone finally caught a signal. The moment it powered on, it buzzed nonstop. I glanced down. My entire screen was filled with messages from James. Without opening a single one, I calmly deleted them all. Liam placed my luggage in the trunk, then looked back at me with a smile. “Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?”

"This... the silence, the cold, the fact that I don't know what’s happening in Chicago right now... this is the only power that matters. The power to be nobody." ​Enzo kissed the top of my head, his heartbeat a slow, steady rhythm. ​"We're not ghosts, Jade," he whispered. "We're the beginning." ​Outside, the snow began to pile up against the door, sealing us into our foundation of silence. The world of the Vault and the Sin was thousands of miles away, a digital memory fading into the white. We were the result of the equation. We were the zero-point. The static that had governed our lives had finally flatlined, leaving only the steady, honest heat of the fire.

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.