Zenless Zone Zero Chapters Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 34: RED ROOM Warning: This chapter contains mature themes. Please steer clear off this chapter if you don't feel comfortable with reading the smut BDSM scene. ZAHRA'S POV I felt Dashiell take my hand by the time we entered his chateau and I kept mute as he led me across the long hallway separate from the one our rooms were situated. Outside, I could hear the rain pouring heavily, coupled with scary rumble of thunderstorms. We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it.

“You saved our mate and our babies. Get your rest. Let’s heal up.” Roses, chamomile, and the ocean rouse me from the darkness. I reach out, but they’re just scents. There are no roses or chamomile. There are no sounds of the ocean. I can’t taste the salty air. What’s happening? I imagine her blue eyes and long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Zara Zhade, where are you? My consciousness moves past her like water through sand. “You need to reach with your hands, not mind, Keller.” Rocky’s voice groans. “Open your eyes and hold her with your arms. It’s that easy.”

she said with a frantic gasp that told of her struggle to resist the woman’s ministrations. After pulling the hardened rosebud deep into her mouth with acute suction as a grand final gesture and then releasing it, Minerva laid back with a satisfied smile. “That was luscious.” “The cyborgs,” Kendra persisted as she secretly reveled in the tingling sensation that was left on her nipple. “They come through the tunnel now and then on their way to the alien camp,” Minerva said. “There are aliens here?” Kendra gasped with horror. “That will cost you another taste,” Minerva said with amusement.

“Do as you please,” Jalon was the only one left in the room. He took out his phone and continued photographing himself. /................................................................................/ Rhaizen Gale leapt towards the lorth magician, his hand closely missing the mage's head. He screeched across the dry land as he landed on the opposite side. “Void of Emptiness!” chanted the lorth magician as he ripped out another page.

“Okay. First of all, I'm not free to behave as I want to. Right from when I was a pup, I've always been trained to rule, he hard, dominate and… lack emotions.” “That must be tough,” Chloe commented. “Yes, it is tough,” Harold affirmed. He looked up at her. “We have Geography in Citadel K. Do you know where it is?” “Yeah, it's on the floor above this,” Chloe replied. “Why is K upstairs while the others are down here?” Harold asked. “I wish I could answer that but I don't know why, too.” The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was.

TIME: DAY 2 OF EXILE, 15:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - "THE QUARANTINE ZONE." STATUS: WAR COUNCIL. The sky of the Quarantine Zone was a bruised, bleeding canvas of shattered code. Black clouds of corrupted data rolled lazily across a backdrop of harsh, crimson static. There was no sun, no moon, no day-night cycle. There was only the perpetual, eerie twilight of a server space that the Admin had tried—and failed—to delete.

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT, NON-CONSENSUAL SEX SCENE. PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT. ELEANOR I was shivering with both pain and fear as I stood with my legs spread apart and my upper body bent while watching Zane loom closer to me. His green eyes were flashing with pure, unadulterated anger and it was all directed at me. He had removed his shirt, and now his naked chest stared at me, covered with a sheen of sweat.

The morning sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ZN Mansion, casting golden light over the marbled floors. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of jasmine from the inner courtyard. But inside Zayden’s room, everything was tense — still. Silent. Zayden stood shirtless near the window, arms folded across his broad chest, his muscles tight with anticipation. His usually cold, mafia-like eyes now flickered with a strange mix of emotion — desperation, hope, and something dangerously close to joy.He practically lived a life without Hema, he is more feared losing her next time.

Just one. A single line of green text appeared on the main screen. REBOOT COMPLETE. Then, a second line. HELLO, MOTHER. I stared at the screen. Who are you? I typed. The cursor blinked. I AM ZERO, came the reply. AND I AM EVERYONE. I looked at Zero's body. Her eyes snapped open. They weren't white. And they weren't gold. They were black. Absorbing all light. She sat up. The leather restraints snapped like twine.

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five