Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.

He replies. For a moment, an imaginary bomb explodes in my head. I lunge forward, grabbing his collar and pushing him into the wall behind him with an inhumane speed. A hole forms in the wall around his body due to the strong impact. “ I just got everything repaired. ” Zio whines. “ You fucking knew?! ” I growl dangerously. “ I had my eyes set on her. ” Zero reveals without struggling to get out of my hold. He is the only motherfucker I know who doesn’t even flinch in my face.

J cast a spell. "Death zone- Cellious Vizar" instantly a thin red layer visible contrast of light wrapped the enemies and them in a ten meter circumference. Nathaniel smirked seeing their enemies reactions. Gauging by it, they knew too well what kind of barrier E.J did. Simple yet deadly.

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.”

My nipples immediately hardened by the cold air of the storage room and maybe because of Zane’s piercing gaze on them. “Like this?” I asked him coyly. “Yes, exactly like that. You have no idea how beautiful of a body you have!” he said as he rubbed his manhood through his jeans. “Now strip down your jeans and sit on that table,” he commanded, motioning towards the table that was kept in the middle of the room with some sample drink bottles on it.

It leaves me wanting more and my body thrives under his touch. Zane starts from my neck and pays close attention to that area before he moves onto my chest, switching between blowing cold air and breathing hot air onto my nipples before he makes his way down my ribs and to my core. He skips past it which makes me groan with impatience as he pays attention to my thighs for a while before heading down my calves and feet.

Wind rushed into the mic, turning into a steady hiss. “Aaaaaa…” Zoe let out a long sound of awe. “This is so pretty. Like Uncle Zake’s laptop wallpaper.” “And there aren’t any chickens,” Ash added, crushed. “Why Papi on vacation somewhere with no chickens?” “There are fish,” I shot back. “Fish don’t crow at five in the morning.” Zane swung the camera back to our faces. I knew he’d done it on purpose: the angle caught both of us in the same frame. Me, hair tied up sloppy, a thin dress. Him, a black T-shirt stretched too tight across his shoulders.

But deadly. "Stop staring him down like that Jas," my brother teased, making my cheeks redden. "Give me a break, dude. Have you done anything besides stare at everything with curves and a heartbeat?” “Touche." I glanced back at him to find his eyes... on me. My breath caught in my throat. I stared into his eyes; his expression was blank, devoid of all emotions. My heart rate quickened as his eyes left mine, slowly sweeping down my form, taking his time. My skin tingled everywhere his gaze swept by . It was like my body could feel his gaze , lightening up my body. His gaze lingered on my exposed breast before sweeping up to my neck that was currently flushed, no doubt he could hear my quicken

“You’ve been in your head a lot lately.” She hesitated. “There’s just… a lot going on.” He studied her for a long moment. “You sure you’re okay?” She nodded, even as her gut twisted. “Yeah. Just distracted.” Zane didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press. Instead, he reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Come with me.” Lena blinked. “Where?” “Somewhere we can forget everything for a while.” Zane drove them out of the city, far from the glass towers and flashing headlines, into the kind of quiet only wealth could buy. The private beach house nestled along the coast was minimalist and elegant—glass walls, soft tones, and the rhythmic hush of waves as background music.

It was nearing dusk when Zane stepped into the southern courtyard—the one without cameras, the one left unguarded by design. Snow still fell and the cold in the air had teeth, but he moved like the chill didn’t touch him. He was shirtless again, his skin humming with heat as he sparred with one of the estate’s chosen trainers. The movements were quick, sharp causing the beading of sweat at his temple, breath measured and sure. He struck, deflected, spun, dropped, disarmed.