Zero With A Line Through It Novels & Stories

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."

Chapter 6 ***Aurora*** Oh god! Of all person's, my one-night stand is the CEO? I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. The silence that rang through the hall was deafening. Suddenly, my boss stood up. “Get out of my office, Aurora,” he ordered. I blinked. “What?” “You heard me, woman!” He seethed. “Get out this instant!” I shook my head. “Sir, I can't afford this–”

Everlyn sighed. “And we have their financial map sitting in this notebook.”“Yes.”They both stared at the page again.Then Jesse noticed something.“Wait.”Everlyn looked up.“What?”He pointed to the bottom of the list.“There’s a symbol next to three of the names.”Everlyn leaned closer.She hadn’t noticed it before.A small mark.A triangle with a line through it.“That wasn’t part of my original notes,” she said.Jesse frowned.“Then who added it?”Everlyn thought for a moment.

The roar of the wind faded behind them, replaced by a deeper, more terrifying sound: the house itself groaning, a giant beast winding up to die. 00:38… The tunnel sloped down, steep and tight. They stumbled, hands scraping on rough concrete. The thrumming grew louder, a mechanical heart about to explode. They burst into a sub-basement, a place of raw concrete and humming steel doors. A heavy door bore a strange symbol a zero inside a helix. “Project Zero.” “It’s bio-locked,” Lucas gasped, shoving his hands against the cold metal. “Needs a Vance signature. If Marcus was the true ‘First Cain’… my blood should still open it.”

Camelia traced the red line with her finger. It ended at a circular symbol. No name. Only a designation. F-07 William stared at it for several long moments. "Whatever F-07 is..." "...someone went to great lengths to erase it from history." --- As the team prepared to leave the underground chamber, one of the server indicators suddenly began flashing rapidly. The technician frowned. "That's strange..." Before anyone could react, the terminal powered on by itself. Lines of code raced across the display. No one had touched the keyboard.

It was on a July, I had handed the deal to some of trusted staff to prepare and ready the products for marketing and promotion as Hosae, The son of the chairman of zilak was to represent the company to select new brands for marketing. I had gotten a call that fateful afternoon about a commotion and problem with the dealing. In arriving at the location, I overheard Hosae Speaking lowly of our brands and had offered to buy them at large but on cheaper prices. I was really pissed, but on dealing with important clients, we had to be as polite as not to lose them or have them ruin our image with bad comments on social media platform, because if that happened, we would loose enough sponsors, publi

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” I drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” I said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” We both followed the line I drew.

he repeated incredulously. Emmeline nodded insistently. “Write it again!” He shook his head, muttering under his breath as he resumed the motion. Emmeline concentrated more intently this time, furrowing her brows in an attempt to decipher the shape. “It’s a straight line and… two sighs,” she mumbled, blinking innocently before realizing her slip. “I mean brackets! Two brackets!” Zavian inhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as though trying to maintain his composure. “What the kind of letter is made up of a line and brackets?”

As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.