Familiar Of Zero Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Phoebe, darling—you remember Damon’s ex-wife? The Crosses have taken her in. Isn’t it marvelous? A modern fairy tale.” Phoebe, rosy and kind-faced, looked stricken. “Mya, I’m so sorry for what you’ve gone through. If there’s anything I can—” “Thank you,” Mya said, and she meant it. But the floor felt a degree off, as if it had shifted a fraction under her heels.

The protest died before it could leave his throat. Vivienne leaned forward, closing the distance, pressing her lips to his. No hesitation. No pause. No room left to retreat. The world stopped for a heartbeat. Cedar and cold air mixed with iron and blood, curling between them. Heat rose from every point of contact. Not technology. Not protocol. Just them. The Zero Gene inside him reacted. A connection sparked between them. A bond forming in the deepest layers of their bodies, consuming the pulse that tried to sever it.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

I can’t deny that my body reacts to him, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing it fully. “Do not tell me you’re going to argue with your own body now, Purrey. That’s cheating,” he murmurs. I bite the inside of my cheek, swatting at his hand again, though this time it’s weaker. My knee shifts just slightly toward him, a betrayal I immediately regret. He leans ever so slightly closer, and I can feel my heart stutter. “Crosswalk…” I whisper, voice small, wary. “I know,” he replies, low, rough, almost tender. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

"That's how you build a real bond." Between my recovery and round-the-clock feedings, my body was completely hollowed out. The baby cried nonstop, and my hair came out in clumps. For an entire month, I teetered on the edge of a breakdown. Fiona even sent taunting messages. [Tessa, so what if you married Jasper? The one he really loves has always been me.] She had attached a video of the two of them tangled together. The video was filled with his heavy breathing and her soft moans. The sounds were unmistakable.

And I knew it was his way of apologizing to her. This moment reminds me of that post. And that post reminded me of the tragic union Cross and Chelsea had, as well as the tragic love between Zachili and Oasis. It makes me feel sorry for them despite myself, and it makes me realize that my fate may not have been as bad as I thought it was. Today, I’m alive. My mom is breathing well. Oasis has recovered from her addiction and is doing fine. And, most of all, Zeath is by my side. He loves me. I love him. We both know we will love each other to death.

“Are you guys official? Like—official-official?” “We live together,” I said before I could stop myself. Her jaw dropped. “You what?” “I wasn’t hiding it,” I added quickly. “It’s just a lot. But it’s good. Really good.” She whistled. “Lana Reyes. The main character. And the plot twist. Nathan Cross in love? Living together? This is full prestige drama energy.” I laughed. Actually laughed. For a moment, the pressure lifted—like sunshine through fog. But the second we stepped outside, it returned.

It was simply impossible. “Hello, my name is Cross Owens and I am assigned to your class. It’s not my class yet but I just came to say and get to know you guys.” His voice. I felt lost. I could only stare. His name. I finally knew his name. I finally knew both of their names but now, they are both off-limits. Cross, my first lover from that night a week ago, and Lucas, my other lover. I wanted so much to meet them again but I never thought that it would be like this.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.