Fanfiction Familiar Of Zero Crossover Novels & Stories

"What I did that day was horrible. I know no amount of apology can mend it. I always heard about you from Eric , when you were accompanying him. He would always tell me about your bonding with him. Eric has a very limited circle. Me and Kane only. When you came into his life, I felt the urge to meet you. Someone who was able to break his walls. Then I saw you at the bar. It was a certain pull. I won't say live at first sight, because being a Casanova, i never felt LOVE. It would always be the heat of the moment. So I got scared of the feelings growing inside me. But I couldn't help falling for you. Yes I fell for you Noah Gabriel. Sounds weird right. I, Benjamin, the Casanova, a Straight, fe

the reincarnation of my Father and Mother in the past. Even though you can't remember all of your past lives, I want you to unite. Because I can find out. You need each other, you love each other. " Kenzo and Khanza looked at each other. There was something that tickled the hearts of Khanza and Kenzo, when they locked eyes. Something warm, comfortable. "Even from the look in your eyes, I can see feelings of affection and love." Ksatria's sentence made Kenzo and Khanza gasp, then looked away. Kenzo cleared his throat, trying to neutralize the awkwardness, while Khanza waved her hot cheeks. Ksatria himself smiled softly at this sight.

It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago. He opened the box with trembling hands. Inside was a small, cold chunk of silver, completely devoid of energy. The token of their mate bond had been melted down. Kaden picked up the piece of silver. The bone-chilling cold of the metal broke him. Underneath it lay a piece of paper bearing Seraphina's final words to him. "The mate bond has shown me the truth about you and Lyra. I'm leaving. Don't bother looking for me." She hadn't even signed her name. The brief note was all it took to end their fifteen years of affection and the sacred mate bond that the Moon Goddess had blessed.

My Beta, Jeremy replied with a hint of surprise in his voice. “And who the hell is this…Felicia??” I asked, completely oblivious of who the bearer of the name was. “Typical you, only you will forget the name of the person you are about to get mated to,” I could hear the sarcasm dripping off his words but I chose to ignore it. “Felicia is your future mate Alpha! You should have at least tried to memorise her name; it was written in the journal I dropped on your table. But anyway, why are you asking about that suddenly, and where the hell are you??”

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right. I did many bad things too so let’s call it even and forgive each other. Tonight, we start fresh, alright? Don’t go soft on me right now. It’s difficult to stretch myself out and you’re not small either.” [Smut scene was cut here and made available only to pa+reons for USD1 per month. The total length of this chapter is 3.5k words. Kindly support me as the creator for value-added content. No amount of complaining will make me publish it for free because the smut scene will not affect the story-telling. Unreasonable insults to the author without justified reasons will also not be tolerated and will be reported. Thank you for the support and if you're alright wit

"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.

Stupid girl. “Excuse me?” What he's really saying is, What the fuck. I should laugh at how shocked he is, but I don't find anything funny. Zero is not a handsome man, at all. He is sexy with dangerous eyes, succubus lips and a chiseled face that cuts you up piece by piece until you are shattered. I don't need to be cut up and I most definitely don't need to be shattered. It's clear Zero wants to fix me. If I allow him to waste his time, he will leave Falon for me, a filthy, dirty beggar because he is foolish.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.

Everyone in the clearing understood exactly who the child meant. *Subject Zero.* The prototype. The first. The original catalyst that had spawned every nightmare they had ever survived. Ava felt a warm, calloused hand close firmly around her own. It was Luca DeLuca. He was anchoring her, grounding her, keeping her tethered to reality when the world around them threatened to dissolve into madness. She squeezed his hand back tightly, because reality suddenly felt like a very fragile thing. Gabriel Cross stepped forward, his tactical instincts overriding the supernatural dread. “We leave. Now.”