Romans & histoires Zenless Zone Zero Fanfiction

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.

She hadn’t even realized she’d been biting her lower lip until the dull sting brought her back to herself. Zachary Gonzalez, on the other hand, was mature enough to admit what he’d been avoiding for too long: he was utterly, hopelessly obsessed with the little woman standing before him. He shouldn’t think about her as much as he did. She was in his bones, embedded in his soul, living inside him like a wildfire. And still, every day, he reacted to her. Needed and craved her. “I don’t like it when we fight, Tinkerbell,” he said at last, his voice low and rough, breaking the charged silence that had hung between them since the door opened.

Zen asked, his eyes searching hers, yet he didn’t release her hand. “This,” Aleah snapped, her frustration spilling over. “You’re kind to me, and then suddenly… you pull away. I don’t understand you, Zen.” Her voice softened, carrying a vulnerability that felt too raw to hide. “And my heart… it can’t take any more of this.” Zen’s expression shifted, his gaze unreadable yet intense. “Are you upset by it? Do you not like it?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with something between curiosity and regret.

he murmured as champagne fizzed in my glass, “is the barest taste of what life with me looks like. You don’t even know yet, Lena.” The way he murmured my name, low and rough, sent shivers crawling down my spine. After dinner, Zane guided me to the hotel room, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. His dark eyes locked on mine, intense and unyielding. He whispered, low and rough, “Good night… Now go, my lady, and find me in your dreams… because in that world, you’re mine… my one, irresistible Dream Girl.”

Author's point of view Zerina’s legs felt strangely light as she walked toward the bed, almost as if the floor beneath her wasn’t real but something soft and floating. Her heart thudded softly but steadily inside her chest, a little faster every time she looked up and met Lysander’s unreadable gaze. He sat on her bed like he owned it… like he owned the air.

They exchanged glances the whole class, for Zeeb it was as if she is the only one who exists, he doesn’t care if that insanely good looking guy is her boyfriend or not, the world be damned he will do everything in his power for her to love him. He was so lost in Fleur’s scent and presence that he was left unaware of the predator lurking from behind. Ezra, seated at the back was throwing dagger looks at them both and no one can ever take what’s his. Both Fleur and Zeeb completely unaware and enamored at each other could not see that trouble lurks in the horizon for both of them.

The Luna's sharp glare made me shut up and rearrange my thoughts. Looking down on my socked feet, I said, "I saw a guy and a girl naked...at La Stanza Nera." I didn't know why I added the last part. It was a dire mistake that would land me in trouble, no doubts. Oh, how I'd blown this up. How had gotten Mamma and I into trouble? "A naked guy, you say," the Luna sighed. "Describe him." What? I whipped my head at her. Her deadpanned expression pinched me harder. I pursed my lips. "Uhm...he, uh. He's uhm, dark-haired. Muscled, uhm...has a, uh, wolf tattoo on his arm."

She looked like she’d seen a ghost—or worse, become one. I was curled up on my bed, Liam’s hoodie swallowing me whole, a book in my lap I hadn’t turned a page of in twenty minutes. His scent lingered on the fabric—something minty and warm—and it had lulled me into a soft place, a dangerous place. The kind where you believe people can actually love you without hidden motives. Kaylee’s voice cut through that illusion like glass. “Zara… we need to talk.” I didn’t look up immediately. “If this is about you leaving your dishes in the sink again—”

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

“You love me, Zeath, and you know that. You’re in denial because you feel you owe Yolie years of being together. You thought it was a dare, but it really wasn’t.” “What are you trying to do―” “Shut up and let me finish.” I look into Zeath’s deep-set eyes—proof that central heterochromia is fucking hot. They’re icy blue without, green within. And his brows are so thick one would think they’d sweep your mind from existence. “You can’t resist the way I look at you. You just can’t. And it’s why you have a hard-on every damn time.” I peck his lips. “Even when you only sniff my scent while walking up the stairs.”