Zero Two X Hiro Novels & Stories

Marshall Locke, the assistant working for my wife, Amelia Stone, leaves out three zeroes on a contract. It leads to ten million dollars in losses for the company. The factory that has collaborated with us on the project goes bankrupt, and its owner jumps off a building as a result of the situation. All Marshall does is shed a few tears, and Amelia immediately pins all the blame on me. She claims I single-handedly managed the entire project. I get sued in court, which leaves me ten million dollars in debt. When the deceased's family posts about me online, the entire internet curses me out, saying that I should die too. My entire industry blacklists me. The career I've painstakingly built up for myself is destroyed just like that. But when I confront Amelia about this, she simply looks at her freshly manicured nails and says airily, "Marshall is young and inexperienced. You've been in the business for so many years now. It's not like this has caused any damage to you." Recalling the way she and Marshall had been wrapped up in a passionate kiss before I came in, I pull out the divorce agreement I prepared in advance and toss it at her. "Sign it."

I was a player. At the same time, I was juggling three gorgeous girlfriends. Then, after an accident, I got pulled into a horror game. That was when I discovered something terrifying. All three of my girlfriends were major bosses in the game. The good news was, none of them knew about the others. The bad news was, if they ever found out, I was dead. To stay alive, I spent every waking hour managing my messy dating life, doing everything I could to keep my three girlfriends from tearing each other apart. Until one day, several lines of floating comments appeared in front of me. [Run, kid. She is coming for you.] [Careful, baby. She wants to wring you dry.] Just as I was drowning in fear and despair, one of the women leaned close to my ear and asked in the softest voice, “Kid, do you know the female boss from the amusement park?”

In which a witch who was born without magic and a wolf born with the curse of immortality were both considered abominations of nature. Hiro has a dilemma, Joaquin has an ultimatum.

Zero came to the Academy as a rogue, a nobody, easy to mock and easy to break. But when Eliana, the Alpha heir betrothed, orders him to dress up for the student ball, the whole hall laughs… until Aldric sees Zero trembling, clutching the hem of the gown, big eyes shining with humiliation. From that night on, Aldric can’t look away. Behind closed doors, he’s the one who coaxes Zero into dress-up again, softly at first, then with a hunger he can’t hide. And when Zero blushes and whispers, “I’m not a girl…” Aldric only smirks and steps closer. “Then I’ll treat you like the boy you are. Strip.” But Aldric isn’t the only one who wants him. Seraphiel, the cold, beautiful Vampire Lord who holds Zero’s past in chains, returns for what he claims is his. A deadly love rival. A forbidden bond. A war waiting to ignite. Between an Alpha who wants to protect him and a vampire who wants to possess him, Zero must choose… Even though his heart has already chosen once. Sinful Desires: Fatal Bonds A rogue caught between two monsters… one who wants him. One who owns him.

What if the one who broke you… was destined to love you? “Appearances are deceptive. So are fates.” Eighteen-year-old Ryder Stone is no ordinary were-vamp—he’s the dangerously powerful, heartbreakingly handsome Alpha heir of the renowned Stone sextuplets. But when Ryder insists on blending in by attending a human university far from home, he and his best friend Chester are forced to mask their true forms with suppressants… leaving them mocked, humiliated, and branded as outcasts by their classmates. At the bottom of the social ladder, bullied and bruised, Ryder's world is shattered—until fate deals its cruelest card yet. His fated mate? The ruthless Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. The very girl who made his life a living nightmare. Can she see past the disguise and the damage to the soul that hides beneath? Can a bully truly become a lover? But just as Ryder’s heart begins to war with his pride, darkness creeps closer. The return of Zang, a warlord wielding forbidden dark magic, threatens to engulf every pack in blood and ruin. Can Ryder embrace his destiny and unleash the storm within before everything—and everyone—he loves is lost? When love is written in the stars, even hatred can't unwrite it. But will she love him… once she knows who he truly is?

When ordinary fashion designer Elara Vance witnesses a cold-blooded execution by billionaire crime lord Dante Moretti, she is forced into a "silent contract." In exchange for her life, she surrenders her freedom, becoming Dante’s property within his high-tech, high-rise fortress. As Elara navigates his world of absolute control, a dangerous obsession ignites between them, fracturing Dante’s ruthless discipline. However, when internal betrayal and rival syndicates weaponize Elara against him, Dante unleashes a city-wide war to reclaim her. In the crucible of violence, Elara evolves from a captive into a strategic player. Ultimately, when offered her freedom, Elara chooses to stay transforming her imprisonment into a lethal partnership of shared power and mutual obsession.

I gasp, surprised and he leans towards me. I catch the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of the cigarette smoke, lingering around him. But underneath it, there’s the scent of earth and rain. I see his muscles flexing under the thin linen of the shirt. I also notice the outlines of a scar, running down his forearm. I imagine his hands on me, his lips on mine. What is happening… Why am I thinking this? “Oh, don’t worry, Lily. “ his smile is canine, the words that come out of his mouth are a snarl, “I won’t touch you. I don’t want to. “ When her mother got sick, Lily had no choice but to marry a man she never met. At that time she didn’t know Arthur Stark was not only beautiful but as cruel as the rumours said. Her husband is a cold billionaire involved with the mafia. He never touches anyone. Not even his own mate.

A dragon’s fury. A werewolf’s redemption. A mate bond that could either heal… or destroy. Ty Jackson vanished five years ago, betrayed and heartbroken. Now he’s back—deadlier, colder, and wielding the unmatched power of a dragon shifter. Hardened by elite training and driven by vengeance, Ty has no room for weakness... especially not for the ex who shattered him. But destiny doesn’t care about the past. Kai Stone, once Ty’s greatest love and deepest wound, is now a haunted Alpha. After years of torturous military training, brutal missions, and soul-crushing guilt, he’s no longer the cocky boy who let Ty slip through his fingers—he’s a warrior forged by pain, and desperate for one shot at redemption. When Ty and Kai discover they're fated mates, their reunion sets off a storm of power, passion, and unresolved rage. Can a dragon forgive the wolf who broke him? Can a remorseful Alpha prove he’s worthy of the only soul he ever loved? The battlefield awaits—not just for blood, but for hearts. Enemies are rising. The past is hunting them. And this time, love might not be enough to save them.

The adopted younger sister claimed to be suffering from depression. To make her feel better, my parents hung me on the cliff, as if I were a kite. Servant reminded my parents that the little tree to which I was hung was fragile, leaving me in danger. My mom, Luna of the pack, replied scoffingly: "She makes Laurel sleep panic. She deserves to be treated like this. If she dies, it's her fate." My older brother, Zayn, joked by her side, saying: "It's a good chance to record how long werewolves live when they do not conduct feeding activities. We can contribute a lot to the Werewolf Council with this precious data." Even my mate, Greyson, showed an attitude of stoniness, uttering: "She is a vicious she-wolf. If she were not educated well enough before her transformation ritual, she would cause greater trouble to others." They left me alone on the cliff after saying these words. Three days later, it finally crossed their minds that I was still hanging. When they finally arrived at the cliff, they found nothing but emptiness—because I had already died long before. And when they realized the truth, they howled in agony, begging for me to come back to life. But I was long gone.

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.