Zelda Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zelda replied, her tone carrying a hint of regret. I sighed softly, feeling a pang of sadness for all the times I had felt lost and isolated. "Yeah, it was tough." "Geez, why did your mom seal me? We could have been besties by now,” Zelda grumbled in annoyance. I chuckled at her words. "I don't think it's too late for that," I reassured her, feeling a sense of warmth knowing that Zelda was finally awake and engaging with me. "Really? That's great then. If we are already besties, take me to Arnou."

Zelda embraced the local culture, immersing herself in its art, music, and cuisine. On one occasion, Zelda excitedly shared her experience learning traditional Indonesian dance. She described the mesmerizing movements and the energy that surged through her body as she became one with the music. Dawn could feel the joy in Zelda's voice, the liberation she had found in embracing a new chapter of her life. Dawn, too, had embarked on her own journey of healing. Seeing Zelda flourish in Jakarta ignited a spark within her, inspiring her to pursue her own dreams and passions. She threw herself into her work, discovering newfound purpose and fulfillment.

Zelda ‘What kind of fun?’ ‘Well, Zac has told me explicitly that I can’t touch you, cruel of him when you look so tempting. I have a theory that if he thinks that I have he will decide to claim you. He will banish Laelia, he can become king, the king he was meant to be. If I don’t force his hand, he won’t step up,’ Okay that was a lot to take in, do I want him to claim me? How is he going to making him think that he’s touched me?

Zelda scrolled, her free hand wandering back between her thighs, fingers slipping through the sticky remnants Jax had left behind. The cool screen contrasted the heat building under her touch as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, still hypersensitive from his earlier tease. Each ping of a new message sent a jolt through her, turning the digital voyeurism into foreplay. *Fantasy: Bent over the pool table, skirt up, fucked by the biker gang in the corner,* one read. Zelda's breath hitched, imagining it the rough green felt against her palms, multiple hands gripping her hips, cocks taking turns. Her fingers plunged deeper, mimicking the rhythm, the wet sounds filling the quiet room again. A

Zelda Susan Wenger was half-dragged, half-carried out of the ward. I, Zelda Liamson, was too lazy to stay in the ward any longer, so I followed her out. Susan’s face was pale, and she looked weak all over, but her scarlet eyes burned with hatred as she stared at me. “I’m done, don’t be so proud! The wedding was ruined, your husband disappeared on the wedding day to pick up his childhood love, and you... !”

"Did you ...um, disagree?" "You might say that." She lifted her foot again, examining the line of her polished big toe. "I fucked her boyfriend, and she disagreed with my rationale for doing it." Gia sucked in a quick breath, and I was pretty sure my mouth sagged open. "Oh." Zelda sighed and set her mouth in a firm line. "Here's the thing you need to know about me. I like boys. Men. And I like sex. I don't do relationships." She fingered the small charm that hung from a thin silver chain around her neck. "The girl I was supposed to room with-she lives up by Trenton. Since I'm from Lancaster, not too far away, she invited me to come up for a weekend this summer, so we could get to know each o

The more Zelda thought like this, the more she thought that the fake girlfriend was a better thing. Besides, Zelda couldn't find a man within those two months anyway. And if Zelda found one... A cunning glint flickered past her eyes. That is Quist's problem because she'll definitely make a clean breakup with this person. Zelda pushed the restless person off her and turned to him before nodding in agreement. "Okay. Deal." Quist's lips curved up, and a cunning glint flickered past his eyes. He's never letting her leave. Immediately, Quist stood up, picked up the clueless Zelda in a bridal-style, and strode toward the bedroom.

Zelda’s POV I was never going to live this down! I was always going to be the damsel in distress from here on out. After that whole proclamation I just made about being a powerful woman and this is what happens? How completely and utterly embarrassing! Penn was going to always bring this up. He’d probably tell our children about this. Who the fuck gets kidnapped by a goddamn key anyways?! How was it even strong enough to carry me? Not that I’m heavy or anything but I’m definitely heavier than a damn key!

Each hand held the other arm when they were supposed to be tucked in his chest. “Then wait until I know all the lines in my head, too.” Zelda replied wittily. “When is that going to happen?” “When I listen to it twenty more times.” “Twenty? I'll start counting from now.” Zayn said, looking troubled, and I burst into laughter. At times, watching them talk was the most relaxing thing ever. “Is there something on my face?” Zelda asked, slapping her cheeks to dust something invisible off. “No, mummy just loves to stare at you both. You both look stunning.” I replied, and began to flip the pages for the ones that contained the story of Aurora in them.

Zelda sighed, before her hands moved over to the cup of milk, and then, she took a grasp of liquid into her throat, seven years, seven tired years that she had given birth to her twins, she had completed her college years being pregnant, she had moved to another state, her cell phone ticket, and hurriedly she peered at her. The feeling was sickening enough, she stared at the twins who obviously were having a banter on the couch, Their blonde hair shined more darker than usual, they were alike, no doubt, but something had kept them apart, they were different, unlike Layla whose eyes were toned with a hint of amber, Kayla's was blue, uncomfortably blue, yet alluring. A text from her best frien