Grace Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

Aaron said for the man to smile. “Do you accept please?” He asked for Aaron to look at all the men who immediately bow their heads. “Send me the address” he said walking away. “Quick show Mr stranger the way out” Zeus said holding his stomach as he wonder how fast Aaron feet was. Back at newyork, Grace was set for bed in the maids quarters when her little phone ring. Immediately she saw the caller, she gently walk out to a corner and pick. “madam” grace whisper

Time and tide are synonymous. For every minute spent, there is a lesson learnt. And for every turbulence, there is a mix of sand and moist. This gives an indication that relationships amongst humans are sure to come with several glitches. It takes a good head and peace of mind to level up the stress. For Grace, the last few days has been a mix of bitterness and super sweet emotions. Like an assemblage of words on a print, she sits comfortably on her cushion holding a tub of buttered popcorn. She was seeing

The silence that followed was heavy. Unforgiving. Zane stared at me like he didn’t recognize what he was hearing. Like the ground beneath him had just shifted in a way he didn’t understand. And for the first time… He didn’t have control over it.

Zade pleaded and his eyes twinkled with some fresh tears. “I don't read my books backwards, Mr. Meadows,” Grace said with a blank face. There was no trace of softness in her face and her eyes were cold too. The door opened with a ding and Grace walked away stepping on the crushed rose. This time Zade felt like she had stepped on his heart and walked away. He closed his eyes and pulled himself together to go on.

We watched the sunset, talking and joking about everything and nothing. The large strawberry moon hangs above us tinting the night pink. Rose-colored water laps at the edge of the shore, crickets chirp, and the steady beat of Zac’s heart all combine in a perfect symphony. Zac’s hand snakes under the sleeve of the shirt I'm wearing and tiny zaps dance on my skin as he caresses my arm. I trace the outline of his hard abs with my finger. The tingles have become a craving now and I can’t get enough of them.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

] [Grace's face totally changed! "What exactly are you implying?" Her voice went cold. I typed again— [I'm not implying anything.] [I just think if someone really wanted to get kidnapped, they'd probably pick somewhere closer to a hospital.] [Because when a pity stunt goes too far, people actually die.] Grace shot to her feet. The chair screeched across the floor. "Rowan." Her stare turned razor-sharp. "Do you even hear yourself right now?" I kept typing, slow and calm— [I do.]

Something about him resembled Azrael. “Glad to know you’re getting accustomed to our ways.” Accustomed? Forced. She was being forced to their ways. If it was someone else other than Maverick, she would have sassed out but it was Maverick. She gulped hard and lowered her head as she timidly stood rooted to her place waiting for him to say anything further. Zero glanced at Maverick and then at Grace before he let out a chuckle. “You just scared the poor girl.” Zero took long and confident strides towards the duo and before Grace could sense him, he was already in touching distance and his fingers were wrapped around her slender wrist. She flinched, immediately jerking her wrist but his hold on

The dawn was ghost-pale over Zurich. In the distance, church bells rang faintly, hollow echoes across the city skyline, oblivious to the war that was hours from erupting behind Ashford Estate’s towering gates. Grace stood before her assembled SEEDs in the training hall, now converted into a command center. A holographic map of the compound flickered above the table. Every pathway. Every weak point. Every escape route. Her voice was calm, but inside, adrenaline rushed like a tsunami.