Zero Rem Novels & Stories

I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some leftover meatloaf I made the other day . As I waited for it to warm up I spoke to Shiva . " I have never felt a dream that was so real an my life " I stated to her " It's because your power is growing ,so that's why we need to release it tonight. Otherwise….." she paused . " Otherwise what ?" I asked her questionably. " Nothing... just try to focus on tonight ...okay? " she said, reassuring me everything we'll be fine . " Okay ...fine " I said to her walking back to the oven . I grabbed the oven mitt and pulled out the meatloaf.

Morgan… I paused to remember saving someone. Not long I remember how I saved her and received a stamp on my foot as a reward. The thought of it brought back a twinge of pain from my foot. It was not totally healed.Then I continued to read. … this deed of which I just found out. Come over to my house tomorrow (using the address inside the envelope) for I shall be unavailable today and we shall discuss your reward. I shall be expecting you. Putin Global Inc, Mr. Edgecombe.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

His caramel skin was flawless and he looked like the vogue model with perfectly cut jawline rimmed with faint facial hair, high cheekbones, angular nose, perfectly sculpted black eyebrows, thick eyelashes which rimmed the beautiful yet bone chilling black eyes that seemed like the depths of the hell. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Zero." He announced and the five officers just watched with their breaths caught up, eyes wide like saucers with a single thought in their heads. THIS MAN IS ZERO?

As Sho moved forward, his leg glistened with a white light, and he could walk in the room that looked like it had no end. “Jude, it resonates with your energy, just come forward, it will do the rest. The only ones that can fall are non-primes” he said. As I stepped forward, my left foot had a very dark energy underneath it, while my right foot had a white glow just like Master Sho’s.. “What is this place i asked” “The core of infinity, the convergence” said a familiar voice “‘What was that?” i asked

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

] [If Rowan dies, she killed him. [I want to see her regret this.] [I want to see her beg him to forgive her.] [But he might not survive long enough for that.] [Can somebody please go save him? I can't keep watching this.] The countdown still flickered faintly— [8 days 9 hours 01 minute] The game wasn't over yet. But the player seemed ready to quit early.

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.

" Liam was on edge, his mind about to break. He stood in the empty room, yelling again and again for it to come back. The system could not take it anymore and just crashed. [Beep beep! Memory wipe of character 'Liam' in progress... Error!] [Alert! Alert! Error!]