Grace Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

I ask. Grace’s face is flushed. I feel bad because she’s forgotten her sunhat and gotten too much sun, probably because of me. That’s when I see her eyes rove over my bare chest and linger for a few breaths. Her color darkens and she looks away quickly, but not before I see that she’s sucking air through that mesmerizing little space between her gorgeous lips. Though she’s looking away, there’s a pulse visible in her throat thumping like the bass in Iggy Pop’s Lust for Life.

I don’t know why I am feeling all of these sensations but there is something different about this meeting with Zane. It feels… intimate. More than we have ever been. I greeted Ronan who came here with Zane and then I looked at Zane who had no expression on his face, and I wondered what was wrong with him. Ronan nodded at me with the same stoic expression and then looked at Tessa and winked at her evilly. “Hi, Tessa,” Zane said, scratching the back of his head. “Zane,” she looked up at him, expressionlessly.

“The leaders. The ones who run each zone. You’ll need to know who’s in charge if you plan to stay alive.” I hesitated, then stepped on beside him. The platform hummed, rising smoothly. The air got colder, the walls shifting from steel to glass. I could see faint holograms of maps flickering around us glowing numbers labeled from 1 to 10. “What are those?” I asked. “The zones,” Nova said. “Erevos has ten of them. Zone 1’s the beginners the ones who just got dumped here like you. Zone 10’s the top. The elites. They’ve survived every phase.”

She was flustered for a second before coming to her senses. Zaden was biting her ear! There was a loud boom in Grace's head, and she felt as if her entire being was about to explode! "Hey, can you be more serious?" Grace said in a panic. "This is the study, don't mess around!" "Why are you making such a fuss? Aren't I having a midnight snack?" Zaden whispered in her ear. Grace was just a midnight snack? Zaden's nibbles was quite pleasant, and it wasn't too rough as to make Grace feel pain. It was just that the touch was extremely subtle, and the blood rushed to her face, making her face extremely red.

[The Zenith Protocol] The Macau dawn was a bruised purple, the light struggling to pierce the thick, oily smoke rising from the collapsed Aurelian Plaza. On the shattered marble quay, Panni clutched her daughter, Grace. The girl’s skin felt unnaturally cool, and her eyes—usually a bright, curious sapphire—were now swirling with an iridescent silver tide. "Grace, look at me," Jinyan commanded, his voice raw. He knelt before her, his tuxedo jacket discarded, his white shirt stained with the grey dust of the Digital Saint. "Don't follow the sound. Come back to the hearth."

Grace thought of what could happen and the possibility of whether or not this would pan out. The expression on Zeke’s face already seemed like he was already mentally piecing together a plan. Maybe all she had to do was trust him, and just let things fall in places. “Alright,” Grace finally spoke, her decision firm. “Let’s do it. But discreetly and cautiously.” She said. With a nod of agreement, Zeke pulled out his laptop from the bag he had placed on the chair beside him, and then he started to power it. “I can already smell your food, and I don’t seem to be able to concentrate anymore.” Zeke said and she smiled.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

Grace said and she ran into restroom and locked herself in there. Her mother was knocking at the rest room door, telling Grace to open the door and not to do something silly to herself, but Grace wouldn't listen. She keep on banging the door before Mrs Anabel force the door to open Grace have already killed herself inside the restroom smashed her head on the wall. Mrs Anabel screamed. *Military Zone* When those soldier arrival at the military zone Mr Li Chong pointed gun at Michael. "What the hell are you doing?" Michael asked with a frown face.

"We have one advantage. The Anonymous deleted the Digital Grid, but they can't delete Physics. We need to get to the lunar surface, but there isn't a functioning rocket on the planet that can launch without a digital flight-control system." "There is one," Leo said, his white hair glowing with a soft, steady pulse. "The Thorne-Vance Zenith. It was designed by my parents as a 'Black Box' project for deep-space colonization. It doesn't use a digital brain. It uses a Bio-Neural Core." "The Zenith is sitting in a silo in the Gobi Desert," Isabella countered. "We're in the middle of the North Sea with no power and no way to signal Lucian."

We spent the day upgrading. First, the cards. Mom had a design program on her laptop. We created elegant but filthy business cards—matte black with gold lettering. On the front: Ebony Elite Pleasures – Discreet & Unforgettable. A simple silhouette of two curvaceous women. On the back, our anonymous contact info, rates (high), and a tagline: Let us worship your success… and drain every drop. We printed a thick stack on premium cardstock at a local shop, giggling like schoolgirls in the car on the way home.