Chase Matthews Zoey 101 の小説・ストーリー

She watched him intensely and right when he thought that she changed her mind Zoey smiled at him and almost in a whisper said: “I Zoey Carter, accept you, Tristan Mayer, as my mate!”

Suppressing a low gasp, Zoey's hands flew to her mouth and her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't stop it, a small cry of dismay escaped through her trembling lips as she felt tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. "Zach, why? Why are you doing this to us?" She moaned. "I told you, Zoey! I warned you." Her mother muttered behind her. Approaching them in evident anger, Zach flung his sheath to a corner, ignoring Zoey's questions as he was ready to take them captive.

She didn’t want to see him right now, though, that was for sure. “What number is this guy? The one you like?” Zoey asked as she turned the car off. “We’ll have to check him out.” She’d filled them in on the situation while they were getting her ready. “He’s number 24,” she said. “And the guy who likes you?” Michael. She’d told them about him, too. “He’s number ten.” “And your hot brother?” Dee Dee asked, giggling. “Gross,” Zoey said, though she was also giggling. She knew Shane well enough to have a similar opinion about him as Beth.

“You’re safe here.” After a few more bites, Zoey looked up at Charlotte. “Thank you,” she said quietly. Charlotte smiled gently. “Tell me about your mate,” she prompted, wanting to know more about Zoey’s love life. “I’ve never been mated,” Zoey replied, her voice trembling slightly. “I just pray that when I do find my mate, he will be someone who can protect me.” There was a hint of longing in her words, and Charlotte could see that this was something Zoey deeply desired.

"Don't say things like that. We need to maintain our professionalism, you know." Evie grabbed his face and brought it close to hers. Lorenzo jumped at her touch. He wasn’t expecting her to be so bold. Where was the scared girl who ran away the last time? Why was he the one chasing after her right now? Whatever happened to that shy girl who hid couldn’t even look at him in the VIP? Evie leaned in and kissed him. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips against hers. Then she pulled away and took a step back.

Charlie immediately jumped up: “Then who is the mate in Suzan now? “I don’t know. I feel like the lawyer Greg is just that wolf’s lackey. Oh, by the way, the license plate number of that car is A8888.” Suzy sat up and said gently: "Sir, you can go find out who the owner of the car is..." Charlie immediately called to check and soon got the news: "That car belongs to Greg. Did you see what that wolf looked like?" “Too far, I couldn’t see clearly.”

Charlotte was the only one who always looked like she was always bored or in a hurry. “Just tell her already, we have a tea party to return to.” She let out and pulled her teddy bear, Cinderella’s ear. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her that Cinderella looked nothing like her brown plumpy teddy. “Tell me what? Did something happen in school again? Who did you beat this time, Cooper?” “Mummy…I didn’t…” He stopped and sighed. “That aside, we found you a great match.” They all smiled at the same time, and it seemed very suspicious.

BETA PAULETTE POV CONT Chris nodded. "Well, I found out that Zoey Travis and a she-wolf named Clara set up Thaddeus for drugging and raping Clara when he was 18 years old. Zoey apparently did that because she knew that Zandra Williams and Thaddeus were mates, and she could NOT have her "friend" happily mated to the star quarterback. I had not finished with them when I got the link that my sister was in labor with my nephews."

I don't know you. Don't text me again, or I may block you. The_real_prince_charming :( I AM YOUR MATE! Chloe_awesome_scott HAHAHAHAHAHA. WHAT?! I HAVE ONLY ONE MATE. The_real_prince_charming YEAH, AND THAT IS ME. Chloe_awesome_scott NO, THAT IS ZAIN. BYE, STRANGER. The_real_prince_charming WTF?! I WILL KILL THAT CRYBABY. WHY HIM?

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth.