Zenless Zone Zero Belle Novels & Stories

Zane’s POV I felt Belle’s breath against my neck as she gently shifted on top of me. My pulse raced, a mix of desire and disbelief settling deep in my chest. After everything we’d been through, the moment was undeniably ours. Her soft fingers trailed along my arms, her touch light, yet electrifying, and I felt a slow smile tug at the corner of my mouth. It was impossible not to feel the tension melt away, replaced by a heady anticipation.

Mrs Collins tell the person. "That doesn't mean! just help me please, before the zombies get to me!" The person said. "Can we trust him?" Mrs Benson asked Mrs Collins whispering. "Let give it a try," Mrs Collins replied. Mrs Benson straight at her left leg to the front and put back the right leg with a little bit bend and she asked Mrs Collins to open the door. Mrs Collins slowly opened the door while three huge men, putting on cardigan and joggers with black sneakers burst in.

She answered the call excitedly even without checking who it had been. " Yes dear," Zia said excitedly. " Mmmmh... Zia...it's me Bella," Bella said. " Oh... sorry, I didn't check who it was that had called. So how are you? " Zia said. She was disappointed, but she had masked it all. " I'm alright sis. Our honeymoon is perfect, and you couldn't imagine just how much Leon is crazy about this trip. He has booked for another month at waves island. " Bella said.

Belle continued her slow, deliberate movements, fully aware of Ethan’s gaze fixed on her. He stood there, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and raw admiration. “You can’t torture me like this, Belle,” he groaned, frustration thick in his voice as he regained his senses, watching her touch herself with a teasing, unhurried rhythm. “Ahh…” Belle let out a soft, breathy moan, her fingers stroking lightly over the damp fabric of her lace bikini. The wetness was already visible, glistening under the low light—a sight that held Ethan’s attention completely captive.

The water fell gently towards the crystal blue pool beneath it, causing ripples to form and wave out until they were no more. The bushes were trimmed into all sorts of animals and people littered the parts of the lawn that was not taken up by the fountain. The beach lay just beyond the backyard, grass forming into the sand, bushes, and hedges turning into sand dunes. The water sparkled and dolphins flipped from the water in the distance. Fang Wei Wei walked towards the extravagant mansion, down the little stone path to the black door. She stabbed the doorbell. Hearing a faint 'ding dong' she huffed, waiting for someone to come to the door. It was, moments later, opened by a middle-aged woman

He would torture her as he pleases or when his daughter grizzles a single word about her behavior. Once in a while, Zainne was lucky not to cross paths with him in their house. Sneaking away from him was the best option. Mrs. Belle has brown, curly hair and honey-brown eyes. She was the shortest in the family, standing five feet four, while her husband was six inches taller than her, and she has the fairest skin in the family. She would often brag about her beauty to her friends, having a small nose that she thought they envied. And blinking her honey-brown eyes at them, showing off her long, fake, thick eyelashes, and pouting excessively with her thin red lips.

Belle tells her and gives her a popsicle. “Because I am looking like my mommy!” Baby Z confess. “She is the prettiest !” and she opens her pendant and points to the photo inside. “See?” Baby Z asks and the woman who was playing Belle looks at Baby Z and then at the photo a little bit taken aback. “Your mommy is really beautiful, baby” she tells her. “And I think that I saw her earlier.” Baby Z’s face fell on the ground and her mouth was wide open.

She narrowed her eyes, seeing from the corner of her blue eyes Leon who leaned at the wall, his finger naughtily tickled her. “What’s wrong?” Yulene quickly tried to push the door to enter but Belle made sure she won’t be able to do it. With enough haste, Belle said, “Just give me a few second. I need to wash my face.” “I’ll be with you.” “No, I will come out in five minutes, can you please wait for a moment?” Belle looked at her friend in plea. Yulene saw the desperation and couldn’t stall any longer. Belle quickly shut her door and glared at Leon who was chuckling in mirth, enjoying the little tension that had caught Belle by surprise.

At a dinner table with a view too beautiful for a life that had still felt tangled. “Uncle.” Zoe’s voice had snapped me back, her eyes narrowing. “Where are you? That’s not the lake house.” “Bali,” Zane had answered. “Indonesia.” Zoe blinked slowly. “Is that the one with the really, really blue ocean?” She leaned in toward the camera until she almost headbutted the screen. “Show me.” Zane snatched the phone off the stand and turned it. The blue-green sea filled the frame, the infinity pool in front of us, bright sky. Wind rushed into the mic, turning into a steady hiss.