Zero Samus Romane & Geschichten

Ignoring the laser sight still aimed at his forehead, he lunged forward towards Liora, catching her body just before her head struck the hard marble floor. “Liora! Wake up! LIORA!” Mavric shook her frantically, but her skin was already cold and pale. There was no breath. No pulse. Across the main monitor, bold red text flashed repeatedly: SUBJECT ZERO TERMINATED. SYSTEM PERMANENT LOCKOUT INITIATED. Lucas Thorne stood rigid, paralysed with shock. His face, usually twisted into an expression of supreme arrogance, now showed pure, unadulterated horror. He pressed frantically at the controls on his handheld device, but the screen displayed nothing but the message: ACCESS DENIED.

“Holy crap, Briella, you’re a monster!” “The four of us couldn’t even get past the second layer—it took us twenty minutes!” “She’s the boss for a reason, alright.” “Boss, will I ever reach your level?” Sage whined. Austin: “In your next life, maybe.” The screen froze. A new window popped up. “Access Granted.” Briella leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowed with satisfaction. “I’ll admit it—Zero’s defense was impressive. This… was fun.” ***

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

It was also just too weird. Naraja:”Hm?” While receiving a tug on the corner of his clothing, Naraja looked down and saw another little girl that looked a little younger or older by one year than Sunshine, he couldn’t tell. As Naraja stood and wondered what this little girl wanted, if he remembered what Nai said she said there was a person amongst the group that was deaf/mute. If Naraja could remember correctly her name was… Naraja: “Anima, right?”

“What are you saying?” “Nothing,” He responded. Trust? Regret? Trusting someone is hard for me but I just gave it out to this not-so-human creature. What’s happening to me? Is it still me? Doom, I really hope I won’t have any regrets on trusting you because if I’ll do? I know it will be damned in front of my naïve and fragile persona. After that sunset hangout, Doom disappeared like a bubble again. That’s his literal behavior, leaving someone without any goodbye’s or saying that he’ll leave.

“Oh, you are so on! There are many things I’m good at, but it appears killing zombies isn’t one of them. In the end, Ethan wins and I whine all the way to the snack bar. “Not fair,” I whine as Ethan places an order for burgers and drinks. “You know where all the zombies were popping up. You’ve played the game before!” Ethan gasps in mock offense even bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. “The audacity. I haven’t just played the game before. I have mastered it! Luke has the exact same machine in his game room.” Now it was my turn to gasp. “You cheater!” I accuse him, hitting his arm with a balled-up fist. But Ethan only laughs, catching my wrist in his hand.

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

she said slowly, her words sinking in like a revelation. "I was only playing mute," she continued, "The mute Luna. It was the only way to protect myself from everyone who wanted to kill me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, a mixture of shock and amazement washed over me. "Oh, I just can't believe my eyes and ears," I admitted, shaking my head in disbelief. "How could I not have known? I'm such a silly father."

Tall, pale skin, dark hair and dark eyes that reflected light like polished stone. No emotion, no anger, no curiosity. Just function. It tilted its head slightly when it saw me. Recognition. “Melissa Carter,” it said. Its voice sounded like multiple voices layered together perfectly. Jamal stepped in front of me and the failsafe’s gaze shifted to him. “Interference noted,” it said. Zara raised her weapon “Yeah well note this.” The failsafe looked at the weapon, then at Zara. “Probability of successful harm: zero point zero zero two percent,” it said calmly.