Zzz Hollow Zero Novels & Stories

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

I looked up and froze. "Sam? Sam Mitchell?" "Zoe!" My childhood friend, Zoe Cameron, laughed and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She pulled out her equipment and started examining me. When she saw the damage down below, she couldn't help but gasp. "Sam, that's pretty bad. But your tubes aren't completely necrotic yet. Leave it to me. There might still be a sliver of hope." I quickly pulled my pants back on and subtly wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

She saw where the puck had been half a second ago, but not where it was. "They're using 'Latency-Shields'!" Julian shouted, his silver skin the only source of high-definition light in the gloom. "They're forcing the world to lag so we can't time our checks!" The Monolith of the Hollows, a blurred titan known as The Smudge, swung a void-tendril at Zane. The impact didn't hurt Zane’s physical body; it "Decessed" his shoulder, turning his obsidian skin into a flat, grey texture.

But the habit of caring about him hadn’t faded yet. “Almost there,” Fen said. “You keep saying that.” “I keep meaning it.” Then the trees opened up, and I stopped. The Hollow wasn’t what I expected. I’d pictured something gloomy, like the rest of the Growth, full of rot, murk, and things with strange eyes. But this was different. The trees here were old, older than anything I’d seen, with trunks as wide as houses and roots rising from the ground in arches tall enough to walk under. In the center was a pool, still and black, perfectly round, as if someone had pressed a coin into the earth. The air shivered with a faint hum, so low I felt it more than heard it, vibrating somewhere in my bones.

He was immovable. "Mommy, the stones are singing," Caleb whispered. His voice wasn't childish anymore. It was ancient. "They’re so hungry. They’ve been hungry for a hundred years." One of the Hollowed leaped from the wall. Zack intercepted it mid-air, his jaws snapping shut on the creature's throat, but as it scattered into mist, two more latched onto his wounded side. Zack let out a pained roar, collapsing. "Zack!" I screamed. "Colin, the lighter!" I barked.

"But you can become the Sky. We can't give you all bodies, but we can give you a Purpose. Don't overwrite the Earth-Protect it." Prime-Zero stepped forward, its moonlit hands reaching for the Core-Minds. "JOIN THE RING," Prime-Zero suggested. "BECOME THE LENS. WATCH THE DARK SO WE CAN WALK THE DIRT." The Mind-Cyclone didn't fade; it rose. The trillion-fold consciousness of the Hollowed ceased its attack on the Well. It spiraled upward, drawn by the gravity of the Lumina Ring. They no longer sought the soil; they sought the salt-debris of the moon.

I found myself stunned. He had a tall body shape, broad shoulders, a broad chest, and a firm jawline. When I looked up, I could see his thinner upper lip that was thinner than his sensual lower lip. He has a sharp nose line. And his hazelnut-colored eyes... there was something about those eyes that stunned me for a long time....

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.