Zenless Zone Zero Street Fighter Collab

Selem moi c’est Sofia, j’ai 19 ans et j’ai été vendu par mon père. Il a toujours voulut se débarrasser de moi et aujourd’hui, il a réussi. Pourquoi mon père m’a-t-il fait ça ? je ne sais pas … Nous sommes une famille très influente et puissante dans cette ville, mais il a trouvé pour je ne sais quelle raison plus judicieux de me vendre à l’un de ses amis,Mr. Marnad. Un lourd secret pèse sur ma famille et je ne tarderais pas à le découvrir, le passé nous rattrape toujours..

Oubliez les "tout les oppose mais ils s'aiment", on part sur un gros "ils s'aiment et putain ça va faire mal" Axelle Lyce a 22 ans, elle habite seule à New-York et elle est dépressive. Toute sa vie elle a eu l'impression de n'être qu'une toute petite flamme, si minuscule qu'on pourrait l'éteindre d'un souffle, ballottée de droite à gauche et qui se force à briller de tout son éclat pour ne pas montrer à quel point elle est fragile. Une toute petite flamme qui va rencontrer l'essence. /!\ VULGARITE EXTRAIT *Mon pied part en direction de son ventre mais il le bloque avec une agilité déconcertante et le rejette, me faisant chanceler. Je commence à penser que je suis vraiment débile. Il balance son poing vers mon épaule. Je pare sans difficulté mais son autre main vient s'écraser violemment dans mes côtes. Aïe ! Je perds l'équilibre et manque de tomber. Contrairement à ce que je m'attendais, il n'en profite pas pour attaquer et se remet docilement en garde. Mon flanc me lance douloureusement. Je lui jette un regard noir. « T'en as déjà marre ? Me nargue-t-il. » Décidément, il a l'air de bien s'amuser. Cette fois, je n'ai plus envie de jouer. Je lui prépare un de mes coups favoris. D'abord, le poing au menton. Il esquive sans problème mais ne voit pas mon coude arriver dans sa mâchoire. Puis un grand coup de pied en plein torse pour le faire reculer. Il vacille et porte ses mains à son visage. Puis il me regarde de nouveau, surpris. Je ne résiste pas à l'envie de le provoquer un peu. « Et toi ? » Il ne tarde pas à retrouver son sourire.

Bah voilà jme présente ! Moi, c'est Zaïna, orpheline, j'ai 15 ans, je suis Comorienne mais avant tous Musulmane. Malheureusement je ne sais pas pratiquer. J'y connais rien. On ne m'a jamais apprise. On m'a poser à mes 1 ans apparemment. Bref ma vie jvous la racontera après. Bref physiquement ? Jfais 1m60, un truck comme ça ! J'ai une couleur de peau matte. J'ai un corps normal et les formes la où il faut. J'ai les yeux marron claiiiir qui vire au marron foncé quand jsuis énervé. Les cheveux noir/marron, tous est en fonction du soleil. A l'ombre tu les verras noir et au soleil tu les verras marron. Bref ils sont long et y'a beaucoup de volume ! Mais personne sais. C'est chignon ou natte, jamais je les montre. Bref assez parler dmon physique. Jsuis une meuf genre qui parl pas, qui calcule personne mais quand il faut j'ai une grosse bouche et sa peut aller loin en deux quatre six. Dans cette orphelinat, jparle à dégun depuis le drame (A suivre...). On m'appelle même la "muette". Ok leur délire mais m'en bas les couilles je leur répond pas. J'ai un coeur en pierre, double portes blindé, double serrure et trois codes. Rien ne m'atteint à part mon passer mais personne la connait. Bref mes journées se passe comme ça: Réveille => école => boxe => chambre et je bouge plus de la journée. Ah oui oui depuis cette incident j'ai décidé de plus me laisser faire. Mes parents ? Même vu pas jparle. Ils m'ont abandonné dès ma naissance tsssss et voilà ou je suis maintenant DANS UN ORPHELINAT DE MERDE . A suivre...

The streets were his home, a cardboard box was the only roof he had over his head, an old jacket he found in the trash was his only blanket and for his meals. He stole and made sure that he was the first to get to one of the restaurants' trash every night to make sure that he had something to eat. His life changed when he stole from a mafia boss, whom everyone was scared of, he was known for being ruthless and killed without mercy especially those who betrayed and stole from him. He was a Russian man with a thick accent and a very powerful aura, that made many shivers at his presence without him having said a word. But when he met him, he gave him a job instead of killing him like everyone thought he would, his job was to be his right-hand man. He was the one who did all the killings and dealing with his rivals. He gave him the name White tiger, one that was born once in every generation, he gave him this name because he said that he had the courage, was smart and cunning. The man was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders and he looked very big for his age. His eyes though were distant, cold, and deadly. One could not look at them longer than a second. His name was Antonio Rodrigues, The White Tiger.

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.

Fate Fighters ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍Alexandria stood watching them both, 'interesting, vampire guy wants to stay in Hollandis when he can't even control his thirst for blood' Alex thought. Alexandria is a wolf kid, her parents suspected she might have been deprived of powers, which is a curse to the werewolf clan one that could attract even a death sentence to the victim. Her parents decide to send her off to the human world, where she has to survive, with her unusual beauty, she goes through a lot. She later joins the National security and intelligence Academy in Hollandis_the human land where she learns to fight according to her parent's wishes. There she comes in contact with Regal the vampire prince, who had to escape his home after his father_the king, sudden death, he runs to Ben a human who is his father's friend and Alexandria's guardian. Alexandria is then stuck in the position of taking responsibility for him after knowing he is a vampire and could be dangerous to humans or refusing and sending him back to fang city, where he would either die or survive and come back for her. But they have one thing in common, to survive, they must both fight their unacceptable fate! "Regal Raymond, what do you want me to do, what if you harm someone, I can't always be there, who would take responsibility?" Ben asked, "she!" Regal said pointing suddenly at Alex. Alex, eyes widened in surprise "what?" Ben asked. "She would take responsibility for me" Regal repeated. "What! Me?" Alexandria exclaimed while eyeing him. "Why would I take responsibility for you? Who do you think you are Mister 'I know am handsome' huh? Alex mimicked. "Ben, she is incredibly strong, I just had a short encounter with her a while ago..."

Even after two lifetimes, Rose still could not melt the ice-cold heart of Jay Ares. Heartbroken, she decides to live under the guise of an idiot, tricking him and running away with their two children. This infuriates Sir Ares to no end, and everyone around them is certain that this will prove to be Rose’s ultimate demise. However, upon the next day, the great Sir Ares is seen getting down on one knee in the middle of the street, coaxing the little brat, “Please be good and come home with me!” “I will, but only if you agree to my terms!”“Speak your mind!”“You are not allowed to bully me, lie to me, and especially not show your displeased face at me. You must always regard me as the most beautiful person, and you must smile whenever I cross your mind…”“Fine!”Onlookers are floored at sight of this! Is this the myth of how there is a counter to all things? Sir Ares seems to be at his wit’s end, this little fox of his own creation has outwitted him. Since he cannot discipline her, he will spoil her to the end of her own discredit instead!

I Drew Kizmet, Future Alpha of the Crescent Blood Peak Pack here-by reject you Jewel Stuart as my Mate and future Luna of this pack... (He smirked and looked down and me).... I stared directly into his eyes and said.... "I Jewel Stuart of the Crescent Blood Peak Pack here-by accept your rejection... Am I free to go now Drew? I'll be late for Chemistry".... I turn and head to class and I can feel his eyes as well as other students eyes on me as I make my way through the halls and into class... **Jade I know you took the blow of the rejection for me are you okay?...** Yes Jewel I'm fine, just need to rest for a bit..** Okay, thank you for doing that, take your time and rest, I'll check in on you later..**...okay! Later!Jewel was a warrior, the first daughter of Laura and Jaxon Stuart who where 20th generation warriors in their pack. Jewel naturally grew up tough and rough as a fighter which made her a bit of a tom boy but her family loved her and she them.Drew Kizmet the first son and next in line for the Alpha Title of Crescent Blood Peak Pack, His parents Alpha Dustin and Luna Kristen Kizmet are just, fair and strong leaders who intend to pass down their titles once their son finds his mate and go traveling, do things they where unable to do during the years.Lets find out how things play out for Jewel and for Drew.

She was the daughter of the head warrior of the Blood Moon Pack, and she was one herself. She was a great fighter with speed, skill, and her height helped a lot with defeating her opponent as they always undermined her because of it. But when she turned eighteen, she found herself having to face an opponent she could not defeat, get away from, or get rid of. Her mate. The devil alpha, alpha Luka DeLuca of the Devil Pack.

“I, Leila the wolfless, reject you, Alpha Tatum as my mate and I denounce you as my Alpha! You are free to be with her.” “Leila….I just thought—” “Don’t! Where were you when I got the news of our child? With her! Where were you when I was kidnapped? With her! And today? You took her to the hospital, leaving me to bleed out on the street, and now you ask me, why didn’t I tell you that when you left today, you were taking the life of our child?” All the years of sour jealousy, bitterness, pain and vain waiting burst out of Leila. In front of her is her Alpha, her husband, her first and only love, her saviour...and also the man who pushed her into hell with his own hands.