Zero Point Book Novels & Stories

"The people are falling into the 'Past'! They don't know who Maya is anymore! To them, she’s just a ghost in the sky!" ​The Zero-Point Gambit ​Leo realized that the physical battle was a distraction. The Alpha-1.0 was a "Gravity-Well" for the past. As long as it stood in the ocean, the future was being "Digested." ​He looked at the mark on his palm. The Zero-Variable wasn't just a power; it was a "Blank-Page." ​"If I can't strike the Origin," Leo whispered to himself, "I’ll become the 'End'."

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

I held it like a grenade. "You wanted the perfect successor?" I asked, my voice a whisper that filled the void. "Well, here’s your 'Year Zero'!" I slammed the spark into the "Void-Gold" heart. The explosion didn't make a sound. It made a Story. A billion memories—the smell of fried plantains in the Rust-District, the sound of the Lagos rain on a tin roof, the weight of a ten-billion-dollar price tag, the feel of Dante’s hand in mine—erupted from the "Zero-Point." We didn't just stop the reset; we Overwrote it.

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However, there had been one condition. “After the pup is born, we must dissolve the bond.” That was the agreement between Harry and Chloe. Inside the hall, conversation flowed when Harry’s phone suddenly buzzed with a message from his assistant. He smiled politely at Chloe’s parents before casually opening the photo that had just come in. The moment he saw it, his entire body froze.

Claire Hart used to believe love meant staying. Staying through disappointment. Staying through silence. Staying even when her presence felt optional. But healing had changed something inside her. Now, when peace entered a room, she noticed it immediately. And right now, sitting across from Aaron in a quiet bookstore café, peace surrounded her gently. “You’re thinking too hard again,” Aaron said, sliding a cup of coffee toward her. Claire blinked, pulled from her thoughts. “Was it obvious?”

bellowed a mature, white-haired man from the front row. She looked directly at him and said in a steady voice, “No nonsense. Just fact.” Then, turning her attention back to the room, she continued with, “There are several layers of vibration, called dimensions, on earth. Each exists at the same time, but without awareness of the other.” When a loud humph came her way, she asked for a quarter. Marcus searched his pockets and presented her with one.

“So where are we exactly, I mean this isn’t a normal safe house,” I asked Liam the next morning as I was making breakfast like I always do in the morning. “I figured that Allie would have told you last night, you are at my parent’s house,” He confessed after a deep breath. I raised my eyebrows “No we’re not, you wouldn’t take me to the house that you were raised in,” I said incredulously. “Well I hate to prove you wrong yet again but yes it is,” He admitted pointing to a picture sitting on the mantle. I hand him the spatula that I had in my hand as I walk over to the picture. There standing in front of this fireplace were two proud parents with their young college graduate holding his diplom