Zero With A Line Through It Novels & Stories

๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐ And poor Jack suffered the wrath of his maid that was losing sleep because of him. Zero: Sure thing host (¬_¬)

Li also sadly looked at Ben as he went, as he had lost a good sparring partner. Karl anxiously asked the students, "What is his family number?". Someone answered "zero"

The line went dead ©#KCMmuoe

“Keep watching. VALE-0X wants a clean timeline.” The line went dead.

And looked. The pink lily across her back was lush and vibrant; she could almost catch the scent of its delicate petals as they unfurled. The leaves were a cool, dark green, the pollen was a warm gold. She looked hard, she really searched, but that ugly word that Gideon had inked into her back was hidden, it was gone, replaced by something breathtakingly lovely. Zoe had so cleverly used the lines and curves of those awful four letters to draw the petals and the leaves, and somehow she had completely covered over, erased, destroyed the word.

No answer came. The line went dead.

An unknown number. One message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You just made it worse.

My body still felt weak, heavy. The sharp buzz of his phone broke through the silence. Unknown number. His jaw clenched and I could almost see his eyes flash with anger, but he swiped the screen anyway. I couldn’t hear anything on the other end but I could tell it wasn’t good, from the way Ciro’s body tensed. I wondered who it was. He removed the phone from his ear and made to hang up butt then he caught sight of me, curled up weakly in the armchair by the fire, wrapped in one of his shirts. My head tilted, eyes hazy with fatigue but drawn by the sound.

A black background. A white circle divided into nine lines. The same symbol from the envelope. One sentence slowly appeared beneath it. WELCOME TO THE GAME.

"You dare mock me? I'll have Imogen fire every single one of you!" The manager sighed, ready to explain, but I raised a hand to stop him, facing Thomas's anger head-on. "They say Imogen Slater is beautiful and wealthy, with a lot of admirers. How do we know you're not just another impostor? Prove it with maybe a phone call?" Thomas fumbled for his phone, all thunder and bravado. "Laugh while you can! I'll make you regret this!" A growing crowd pressed against the glass doors outside, eager for the spectacle. He dialed repeatedly, but each attempt met the same automated voice: "The subscriber you have reached is powered off."