Novel & Cerita Zenless Zone Zero Fanfiction

She says softly without looking at me. I face Zion once again, forcing him to meet my gaze. He lets out a grunt, tensing beneath my touch, his shoulders heaving as his eyes collide with mine. The blackness in his eyes starts to fade as the amber rings around his pupils glow brilliantly, holding me captive. The intensity of his eyes scorches my skin, cutting through me as sparks fly between us, and I can't bring myself to look away or catch my next breath— let alone blink. Something grips my heart when the color of sapphire blue returns in Zions' eyes .

His smirk turned to a full-blown smile and he moved closer still, till the extent that I could feel his breath on my face. My instinct was to move back but I was stuck on a wheelchair that was resting against the wall and he was blocking everywhere so I could just sit there and feel his breath fanning my face. " What are you d- doing?" I asked trying to control my breathing and failing badly. He trailed a finger down my face and tipped my chin up so I was looking directly into his eyes. My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could hear it as well. " Am I sensing jealousy, Elena?" He asked in q raspy voice and I swallowed at how it was affecting me. I needed to get away from this proximi

“Zero?!” “Who else?” he lazily rolled his eyes. “You’re not enjoying my party.” He leaned his back at the railings then folded his arms across his chest then eyed me with those pair of forest green eyes. “You’re thinking of that…again.” I look down and heave a deep sigh. I lifted my head and saw him still looking at me. Aside from Maven, Zero knows how to read me. “I just can’t move on, Z.” my voice became a whisper, “ I still wanted to turn back the time to change it.”

“Come on, Lenora, it's not a good thing to lie. You…” “Enough,” Zade growled in annoyance. His eyes were locked on Zariel with an unreadable expression. He took a step forward, his movements slow. “Zariel,” he started. “You have exactly three seconds to explain why you are in my room, touching my mate, before I rip your throat out.”

I say with a smile as his eyes find mine. ******************************************* Eight Years Later Zion's P.O.V. "Odett, where are Zander & Zerina?" I ask her as I walk into the suite. "I think EE is making them fix the rose bushes they messed up in her garden." She answers as she continues working on her vampire history homework.

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

“That’s understandable. I do look like a celebrity.” “Keep your proud voice down,” she muttered, nudging him with her elbow. “Mr. Frost—” she began, but couldn’t finish her sentence. Zane looked like a brewing storm. His expression was cold and unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes sent a chill crawling down her spine. Jade swallowed hard. She was about to move her chair a little away from Karter, but he beat her to it—draping his arm casually across the back of her chair.

"Zane, you didn't actually fall for Cassidy, did you? You left such an important meeting the moment you heard she was hurt." Zane chuckled. "You're overthinking it. I just didn't want anyone dying. Handling something like that would be a real headache." The other person went silent for a moment. "Fair enough. If you actually loved her, you wouldn't have gotten yourself a new woman. By the way, how's your new plaything in bed?" Zane exhaled cigarette smoke slowly, as if savoring it. "She's pretty good, way wilder than Cassidy, but it gets boring after a while. Once Cassidy's better, I'll sleep with her a few more times. She's much more refreshing."

Zeno started to dominate Cia, taking her into his arms. "You haven't showered yet," Cia whispered. Zeno chuckled. "Don't you like my real scent, hm?" Of course, she likes it! Among the many men, only Zeno's scent captivates him and can bring him to a deep abyss of love, deeper than the Mariana Trench. The girl cupped her hands on Zeno's face. Staring at the man was very close. "I love everything about you, honey," she whispered. Everything for Zeno was everything that was in him, from top to bottom, even to the depths. Zeno smiled, showing a row of charming white teeth. "Then I'll give them all now," he whispered, then pulverized their juices again.

“Oh, I think you already know.” My stomach tightened. “That’s not how this works,” I snapped. “You don’t get to sit there and play games while…” “You’ve already spoken to them today.” The words cut straight through me and I froze. “What?” I said quietly and this time, Lena didn’t look at Zane. She looked at me. “They’re closer than you think,” she continued, her voice almost gentle now. “Closer than you want them to be.” “That’s bullshit,” Zane snapped immediately. “You're spewing nonsense “