Zero X Kaname Novels & Stories

Ren asked which only made the girl slowly turn her head to look behind her at the door which was left wide open. “Oh by the way what's your name little one?” Ren asked with a smile over his face making the girl look back at Ren with her bright doe eyes. “Zoe, my name is Zoe” mumbling into a low voice, “Nice to meet you, Zoe, I’m Sato Ren you can call me Ren-oni chan!” the smile over his face only made Yamaga cough in response trying to hold back his laugh. Which only made his shoulder fall with the light blush forming over his cheeks.

His gaze is brimmed with lust and promise. His body stopping me mid-step. I gulp and hard. “Tell me your name!” And just like that I'm dropping my eyes to his chest. “It's Beggar.” Zero doesn't like my change in mood and cups my cheek in his big hand, using his thumb to lift my chin up. The other hand is on the wall above my head. His hair is falling to the one side still slightly wet. A small smile lines his lips, the same lips I've kissed today, the same lips I wish to kiss now.

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me

He laughs, but only for a while as he then continues. “His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.” Laughing once more as he is more than convince that the seventh and final loop is made for young children whose innocent is not yet tainted by the cruelty that love brings. His expression and mood suddenly change. As he reads the following words.

But it’s probably the wind which is causing his eyes to water. “W-what’s your name?” “Eren!” Eren says cheerfully and does a happy dance. The eyes of the man strangely widen a little. He begins to smile happily, indent dimples popping out. I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's.

ISLA All I can do was too heaved a deep sigh after our conversation. Slowly, I can already understand him. I have a hunch that he already fell in love but someone broke his heart into pieces which makes him like this. Someone makes him a monster. And I honestly, admire that someone, because Zero loves her so much. Zero won’t be like that if he doesn’t love that person. At the same time, I can also feel madness towards that someone. She’s lucky to have Zero, knowing that Zero is sweet and caring. Zero was born with his Greek god-like looks and it’s normal to gain popularity.

"Veira. The remaining eighteen per cent could come off in an afternoon." The room, which contains Croft and Sebastien and Emre and Nell, who has appointed herself to these meetings and whom nobody has yet successfully removed, does not react. "And?" Veira says. "And nobody has ever gone to zero." Joon-Ho holds her eyes. "The channel is not a quantity. It is a connection, and every model I have says the last fraction is not like the others, because at some point it stops being a share and becomes the thing that makes you a conduit at all."

Her high heel had been mere inches from Seraphine's fingers when another woman, Thalia York, delivered a swift kick that sent her tumbling to the ground. Karen's eyes blazed with fury as she looked at Thalia, the woman who had just assaulted her. Thalia had a flawless figure, was dressed in a sleek black business suit, wore a headset in her left ear, and had her hair tied in a high ponytail. Thalia exuded agility and strength, her eyes cold and merciless while staring at Karen. She then quickly crouched down and helped Seraphine to her feet, asking, "You alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

He hissed at the newcomer. Oh so she was Hanabi, I looked at the newcomer who was a woman in her mid-20s with the height of what seemed to be 5'8" who had long wavy hair that reaches her hip with grey eyes and milky skin, she wore a shoulder blouse, black pencil skirt, and black stilettos. The woman who was known as Hanabi grinned at Zero; the latter rolled his eyes at her. "What do you want? Don't you see I'm quite busy at the moment?"

"Who are you? What was your name before they put you in that glass box?" "Name? I was the First Daughter. I was the prototype for a perfection that none of you could ever hope to understand," she replied, her white-light eyes fixing on Nomo. She tilted her head, a sharp, bird-like motion that felt entirely mechanical. "I am Subject Zero. I was the bridge between the dirt and the stars. And I have been dreaming of the day I would finally taste the air of a world without my mother’s thumb on my chest."