Familiar Of Zero Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

, she turns abruptly to walk away but, he reaches out and pulls her back by her arm; “Wait” She’s turned flush against him and his train of thought skips for a second and he forgets what he was about to say. He recovers quickly and lets go of her arm. The entire exchange would have been awkward if she hadn’t skipped for a second too and if she hadn’t been so focused on his hands around her arm and how incredibly close her body was to his. Less than a foot. Too close. “I did set this whole thing up. After the dinner with my family, I thought you were having cold feet”,

A new game beginning. On his dormitory bed, Zero ran his fingers absently over the newspaper photo once more before tossing it aside. He didn’t know why his heart wouldn’t calm down. He didn’t know why the names— Lin Xuan. Gu Yichen. —echoed strangely in his mind. Fate stirred. And it was coming for him.

“Zach, I only did all this because I love you! When we were children, you said you’d marry me when we grew up! But you broke your promise and fell in love with another woman... “I never intended to break you and Coco apart, but after I came back to River City, you came whenever I called. You fixed my plumbing, changed my light bulbs, and hung my curtains. If you didn’t have feelings for me, why would you help me?” “You gave me hope. And after that night when you got drunk and spent the night with me, I came up with this plan...” Pain flashed across Zach’s face as he shut his eyes. “No! That’s not true! I only helped you because I saw you as a younger sister. It was no different from helping

Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying. As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resembled Azria too much to be coincidental. Azria had to be his son, or closely related to him. The more she stared at Mr. Anderson the more familiar his features became. The tip of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he creased his eyebrows. Azria was identical to him. Boston Mass. 2000

It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. A/n: Shotout to 'Lustsifer' who found the reference for 'Hogwarts' Magic Circle' in chapter #3. -------------- pls don't forget to support my stories

I couldn't believe what I was seeing; it was like something out of a steamy romance novel. Xerxes' fingers were inside Zero, moving in and out of her with expert precision. She moaned and arched her back, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. Her hands were gripping his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin. I felt like an intruder, but I couldn't look away. Suddenly, Zero's moans became louder and more frantic. Xerxes' movements became faster and more intense, his fingers driving her toward an orgasm. She cried out his name as her body convulsed.

he asked. I heaved a deep sigh and stays quiet. I don’t know what’s running through Zero’s mind. And I smell something fishy earlier. He keeps on cutting her mom’s words. It seems like she doesn’t want me to hear anything. I pressed my lips and tries to push aside my thoughts. It’s so damn hard to hold onto something that doesn’t have any assurance. “We’re gonna take a nap and cuddle until afternoon,” he replied. ZERO’S CUDDLE word earlier is a scam. Well, at first, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me into the soft comfy bed, making me place on top of him. Staring at his eyes, makes me drown in my feelings way deeper.

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Every time I think of a way to stop finding him so amazing he goes and does something new to break my heart. Especially when he clamped me to him and said in that deep husk, his sweet red pepper scent hitting my brain like a sledgehammer. “You’re a fucking nightmare you know, but I love you like a sister.” So I punched his shoulder like a child. It was either that or cry. And I really don’t cry. Ever. Thankfully I can style it out and slap on some attitude. I’m just Zena, the Fate who flutters in and out. Even these encounters with Maddox, deep down I know what they are. /We’re not going to get over Cillian by having sex with gorgeous men./