Grace Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

I rasped, my voice deeper, strained with need. ​“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. ​He pulled back and drove in again, setting a relentless, punishing pace. He pounded into me with complete abandon, the loud, wet slap of skin echoing off the walls alongside our heavy grunts and moans . ​“Yes—yes, right there!” I chanted, my nails digging deep into his back as I clung to him for dear life. He angled his hips with every stroke, hitting that sweet spot over and over until my vision began to blur. My body trembled on the razor edge of release.

Ace cooed but his touch was aggressive when he yanked me down and spun me around. Sliding a hand over my spine, he had me leaning over the ledge with my eyes fixed on the busy street below. Everything looked tiny from up here. Every person down there was so oblivious of what was happening up here. Even if they looked up, the glare of the sun would obstruct their vision. Ace's long fingers cuffed the back of my neck to hold me in place while his other hand skimmed over the waistband of my tights, "Not going to take my time with you. This is going to be hard and fast baby."

“Yes. But he’s also learning he doesn’t have to survive alone anymore.” Zenith hovers close, her hands occasionally brushing his arm or shoulder as she murmurs soft instructions, guiding him through stretches, teaching him how to channel pain into controlled strength rather than panic. Even from my position across the room, I can feel the shift in the room’s energy as her aura wraps around him, gentle, grounding, and profound.

A fleeting glint of determination flashed in her eyes as she whispered to herself, "Vanish..." Through the sea of bodies, our gazes locked from across the room. Her face softened into calm, her eyes alight with a thrill of anticipation. I raised my glass to her from across the room, the hint of a smirk playing on my lips. Had the fish taken the bait that easily? She really could not hide her impatience.

As I drove, I came upon an underpass. A shadowy figure was huddled at the entrance, barely visible in the dim light. Against the swirling snow, it looked like a piece of forgotten trash. Without really knowing why, I hit the brakes. Maybe having a kid had made me a little softer. I grabbed some coins and the milk and snacks I had packed for Jennifer. Stepping out into the biting wind, the snow hit my neck like ice. I pulled my coat close and walked over to the figure, crouching down.

Unable to hold myself up on my arms made of Jell-o, I fell to the mattress and dragged in deep breaths as I tried not to hyperventilate. Minus removed his finger, gripping my hips so he could grind into me slowly until I felt his cock pulse between my walls, and he kept our connection as he rolled us onto our sides in spoon fashion. “God damn, baby, that was amazing.” I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “I approve of Minus. Maybe Jase just needs to retire.” He chuckled, kissing my shoulder. “That can be arranged.”

At that time, Stanley had not yet received his title and held no rank. All that the Earl of Greymoor's household had now was achieved through his third son, Zane, the youngest and most remarkable of them all, the only one who showed true promise. From a young age, he trained diligently in combat and was known for his upright character. Later, he served under Selena and Sebastian's father, distinguishing himself repeatedly on the battlefield. Yet, that was not the most extraordinary thing. What set Zane apart further was his marriage to a lady equally skilled in martial arts from childhood. She was none other than the woman standing before them.