Zero To One Novel Novels & Stories

"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.

Jess’s POV Only the unlucky get attacked on the night of their honeymoon, and it turned out I was one of those unlucky ones. I struggled to pry my eyes open, and it felt like they’d been closed for eternity. My body felt paralyzed, and my head throbbed a lot. Once I finally got my eyes to open, I turned my neck slowly to look around me, but there was no one.

Just maybe. Even if he's a perfect stranger to me, I still believe that he won't let any bad things happen to me. Just this once, let myself trust others. Let's just pray that Noire will protect me. But don't hope. Atleast, no hope's less pain. As I roam my eyes around, my heart suddenly skip it's beat. Picaresque is big but my description, didn't even reach the half of it's actual big as it is. 'Tribe of Picaresque'

Suddenly, he felt a strange vibration throughout his body and looked up to see unfamiliar words written on the cave wall. With a burst of light, the words disappeared, and he saw the light shoot up to the moon, surrounded by a shimmering dance of stars. He followed the light until he found himself in the maternity ward of Corer Hospital. The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby.

I'm annoyed at myself for even thinking about this. "Are you ok?" He asks clearly sensing my uneasiness. "I don't know, I guess I just can't believe I'm only seeing it now. It's beautiful." I say honestly to him with a smile that I know doesn't quite reach my eyes. He looks at me and then at the ground before taking my hand to lead me inside. It's huge. So... him. Ezra is generally a minimalist so I'm not surprised that it's not over-furnished. It's sexy and tranquil. The perfect man-cave. Or man-mansion if you will.

Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort