Zenless Zone Zero Belle Novels & Stories

Magic seems to be at play here. I mindlink Dad to tell Lily to teleport here since my phone won't work in here. There's no network. A few minutes later, Lily materialises in front of us wearing tiny denim shorts and a white cami. A low growl leaves my lips when Zane whistles. Seriously, the dude flirts with every female he meets. “Fuck... I'll never get used to that. How do you just poof yourself into a place without trying so hard?” Zane remarks and Lily glares at him.

Without hesitation, Rama immediately chased after Ririn, "Beib, wait!" Zeva and her boyfriend could only shake their heads. "Why are you here? How did you get here?" Zeva asked, expressing her curiosity. "I have a Doraemon door that can go anywhere, Dear. And... do you know what? I've implanted a chip in your body, so I can track your whereabouts anytime, anywhere." "Zero, I'm not joking,” said Zeva seriously. Zero, who had been grinning, also turned serious and said, “This is what is called Zero Hour, Dear.”

ZALDEN The door swung open and Belle walked in. She looked beautiful as ever. Her long shiny hair swam in the air with every step she took and I couldn't help but notice how different she looked now. She was simply dressed in a pair of pants and a shirt, but from the Saint Laurent bag she was carrying, down to the Jimmy Choo heels she was wearing, I could tell that a lot had changed, even in her aura. The teacher's words from earlier replayed in my head, but I shook them off before I could linger on the thought.

I have never dressed as fast as I did today. Once I was done. I came out of my bedroom to find Sebastian seated on my couch. He had one leg over his lap, one arm over the back of a chair and the other had his phone. He was scrolling through something on his phone but I couldn't tell what.. I clear my throat. "I'm done. I hope this is okay" I say something to my dress.. I had decided on a simple but elegant red dress with black heels. I wasn't trying to impress anyone. So there was no need to go beyond..

“Is everything ready?” “Just about,” I’d said as I flashed him a friendly smile, but once again, my grin was met with a straight line. He came into the room, and began to disrobe, acting as if I wasn’t even present as he let his clothes fall to the floor. Shocked, I turned away just in time to miss a glance at his bottom half as his boxer briefs fell, my face scorching hot. Once I’d heard the splash of his body hiring the water, and his pleased groan hit the air, I turned back around to see him leaning back, eyes closed. His chest covered in a mixture of scars, varying in size and shapes.

I whispered. "I know," Zanele said, lowering her voice with reverence. "Everyone expects her to be this massive centerpiece. But that’s part of her magic. You have to come close. She draws you in." We stood in silence, observing the calm mystery of her smile, the knowing glint in her eyes. Zanele leaned over. "Fun fact: this room is so well protected, there’s not even any cell signal in here. Thick walls, signal-jammers—no distractions."

Happily, he was alone at his desk, his back to her. Allowing him a fighting chance, she said coolly, “You look a lot different when you’re not covered in fuzz, Graybeard.” He spun around so fast, he nearly fell out of his seat. “Rain! What the…” he trailed off, apparently realizing he was better off with his mouth shut. She smirked. “Hello, Azion. I thought I’d show you what you wanted so badly. What do you think?” She rolled the Bell between her palms, walked it through her fingers like a Chinese exercise ball. “Nifty little toy, isn’t it?”

She could see the faint streaks of the sunset, but it was mostly facing the other side, so she could only see the remnant of colours. Zane's eyes lowered and came to a slow focus on the redhead in the house next to his, his brows immediately furrowing. "Jasmine?" He said, catching her attention. She raised her head, and her lips parted as she caught sight of him. His hair was damp, and fell teasingly on his shoulders, his body, the body she had fantasized about seeing all of, was now gloriously in front of her. His toned stomach that delved and dipped into six beautiful packs, then became smaller at his waist. The tattoo that extended to his shoulder blade.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Her hands hook underneath my shirt, lifting the material, and I grab the collar, pulling it over my head. She starts unfastening my belt, eager to get my jeans unzipped and my cock free while she kisses me. One of her hands grips my length, making my cock twitch at her touch as she begins to stroke me.