Zero X Puppeteer Novels & Stories

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In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Zero ruthlessly burst her bubble. “But Feral…” “He was but a figment of the role the puppet identity was made to play, just know that your situation is different from the others Dina. Your identities are uniquely yours, unlike other Ts who have to go through a completely different method.” “Alright, alright, do continue.” “The last information would be navigated by you this time Dina,” Zero said intriguing Dina, what did he mean? Just then a holographic interface appeared before Dina with a tab named, ‘Bureau community’ open, showing various apps with strange names confusing Dina, what the heck was this?

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

muttered Xavia as she fished out a beautifully wrapped gift box from her bag… Zivon, for one, had never been short of gifts throughout his life, so he simply retained a poker face as he replied, “There’s no need for that.” “…You haven’t even seen the gift yet… How will you know you won’t like it? I guarantee that you’ll love it if you give it a chance!” replied Xavia in a decisive tone. Upon hearing that, all Zivon could do was comply… and upon opening the box, he couldn’t help but stare at the gift in surprise. Rather than being store-bought, it appeared that she had created a tiny set of puppets…

" I said. When Xerxes heard my words, he shot a look at me and suggested something that took me by surprise. He told me to use Omar and Zero for the ritual sacrifice. However, before I could even fully consider his suggestion, Zero intervened. With her powers and with a flick of her wrist, she made Xerxes fall to the ground. Xerxes was stunned and I was taken aback by her outburst. But Xerxes was adamant, he didn't keep quiet. He kept insisting that I use Omar for the ritual. He didn't mention Zero's name again, the guy was scared.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

“Hello, Mia.” Alex stepped closer. “What the hell is this?” I already knew. “They made a copy,” I whispered. “Of my mind.” The figure on screen smiled. “I am Zero,” it said. “Version 2.1. Constructed from neural scans taken during final loyalty testing. Impervious to empathy. Immune to interference.” Alex swore. “They digitized you.” “No,” I said. “They made a machine out of me.” And then I heard it— Footsteps.

“You didn't erase them.” Zero slowly stood. “No.” “You changed them.” “No.” Auren's eyes narrowed. “Then what did you do?” Zero looked at Kael. “I gave them freedom.” Auren froze. Zero continued. “They are no longer controlled by their own choices.” Auren's expression hardened. “They're puppets.” Zero shook his head. “Puppets still have strings.” He pointed toward Kael. “They don't.” Kael suddenly moved. His hand rose. Auren immediately raised his own.