Zero To One Novel Novels & Stories

Isn't it? Do spent a little time reading my 1st Novel: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

The shuttle waits, and Sarah at the controls, and Julian strapped white-knuckled in the back, and the long dark water between here and my brother. The silver sings in both arms and a second heart beats in time with mine, and Subject Zero, who slept folded and frightened in her own bones for twenty years, does not sleep anymore. I step through, into the light I am making, and I go to bring my brother home. End of Volume One.

He simply stood there in the center of Level Zero, a broken, bloodied billionaire who had finally discovered that the cost of becoming human was exactly everything he had ever built. The silence that followed was different now. It wasn't the volatile tension that had preceded the first blow, nor was it the heavy, dead weight of an ending. It was the strange, suspended stillness of a system that had crashed completely and was currently sitting in the black screen of a total reboot.

"But you forgot the key, Sara. You forgot to tell me that the woman who was afraid of the dark was the one who turned off the lights." "I had to forget," I cried, the tears hot and black with ink as they fell onto his hands. "If the Banker knew she was the Author, the system would have audited my mind in Chapter One. The only way to make the Default real was to make the sacrifice absolute. I had to become a Zero so the math would actually fail." The Journey to the Desk Xander looked at me for a long, agonizing minute, the silence between us heavier than the white marble walkway of the phantom ledger. Slowly, his fingers closed over mine, his grip tight enough to hurt, but devoid of the Sover

He is Zero, who just introduced his name to Zeva, but has immediately dared to ask Zeva to take care of her heart for him alone without explaining what kind of relationship they are in. Strangely again, now Zeva feels that Zero has won her heart. Zeva herself was confused about how she could fall in love with Zero so quickly. The reason is that after spending only a day with Zero and Zero returning to Indonesia, the rest of Zeva and Zero only communicate via chat, without video calls. Fact, let alone video calls, they never even do a phone call.

They felt so far away. Caitlin barely ate, a vague feeling of first-day nausea still with her. She tried to change her train of thought. She closed her eyes. She thought of her new apartment, a fifth floor walkup in a filthy building on 132nd street. Her nausea worsened. She breathed deeply, willing herself to focus on something, anything good in her life.

“They thought if they showed me what I could’ve been, what I wasn’t, I’d break.” She looked ahead. “But I don’t want to be perfect anymore. I want to be free.” The console ahead lit up again. The words scrawled across the screen in red: CORE PROXY NEUTRALIZED. NEXT NODE: GATE ZERO. Echo swallowed. “Gate Zero… sounds final.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “It’s not the end.” She glanced down at the drive, now humming steadily against her hip. “It’s the real beginning.” End of Chapter Forty-Two

*“Whatever it is… we’ll outrun it.” I kiss her—fierce and desperate, all teeth and promise. Her lips taste of bitter coffee and cayenne, but beneath it, the scars hum. A twin vibration. A lie. We never outran it. The numbers bled downward like an hourglass none of Mamá’s herbs could flip. 603 to 236, and the digits sear hotter with every butterfly’s wingbeat. We still don’t know what happens at zero. The first gunshot cracks. Not a warning. A declaration.

Ella’s POV I glanced at my phone, it was 1:00 a.m. and the empty street felt as lonely as my heart. I didn’t want a cab yet. Instead, I decided on a walk, hoping to piece together the fragments of my shattered life. Maya had woken up earlier, worried when I slipped out without a word. My body felt foreign—heavier, sluggish, my limbs swollen. I stared at my reflection in a shop window and flinched. How had I let this happen? A baby wasn’t in any plan I’d made.