Zenless Zone Zero Belle Novels & Stories

I still got forty five minutes to dress up. Soon, I was in front of my house building. I pay the driver and run into the house. I strip off my clothes for a quick shower and then walk back out to get dressed. I wore light makeup and made big curls on my hair. I pull the short red handless gown Collins got me, from the hanger and threw it on. I put on a tie up heel and walk to the full length mirror. My phone bips. 'Look beautiful. I'm waiting for you outside.' I smile and off my phone to keep it in my purse.

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

And in the center… A post. Tall. Slick with past blood. Leather straps waiting. Lucien stood to one side, drinking from a silver chalice. Kaela stood to the other—glistening in a sheer black gown that bared her hips and cleavage. Gold cuffs circled her arms. Her smile was sharp as a dagger. But Zane… He stood at the center. Bare-chested. Boots soaked in ash. A black whip coiled in his hand. No expression.

Bella asked turning towards her with huge grin. Jasmine smiled at her, no one can deny that Bella is incredibly beautiful. She has blonde curly hair and blue eyes. Milky white skin and sexy body with thick waist. She has little mole on her chin which makes her look tempting. "More than perfect..." Jasmine smiled. "Okay, i am leaving... He must be waiting for me." She said. "Bella take care and please come back soon... If he finds out then we are dead... And call me if something happens, okay?"

I knew one thing for sure: The Bella I’d tried to convince myself didn’t exist, was very, very real. I leaned back on the railing, looking at her. “Come on,” he said. “Want to get out of here? Somewhere quieter?” Tessa eyed him warily. “You mean besides the scene of my almost kidnapping?” He grinned. “Exactly. Let me wow you.” “Wow me?” she repeated. “That’s a bold promise.” “I’m full of them,” I said. “But I deliver.” She was still wrapped in my jacket, scrolling through her phone when I noticed the tiny crease between her brows.

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

Brielle POV. Zen moved around me slowly, his measuring tape flicking softly against my skin as he noted down every number. He was graceful and lively, with bright eyes and warm hands—everything felt lighter when he was near. He had told me earlier that his name was Zen, and I could tell right away that he was different from the serious, formal people I usually met. He hummed a little tune while he worked, but I stayed completely quiet, my mind still stuck on the sharp words Luna Celestia had thrown at me just minutes ago. I felt empty and cold inside, and I couldn’t bring myself to say a single word.

"Get up. Stand right here." Zane stood, his massive 6'4" frame towering over me as I sat on the edge of the desk. I reached down, my hands trembling with a sudden, feral urge as I unbuckled his tactical belt, pulling his dark trousers down to his thighs. His thick, rigid length sprang free, throbbing and massive under the blue office light.

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me