Dustin Brooks Zoey 101 Novels & Stories

I picked one potato chip and stuffed it into my mouth. "You know if you want to talk about it, I think what Colt said earlier was a sensitive topic but if you want to talk about it, I'm here. I won't judge you." She told me. Zoey is a good woman. She is pretty nice, someone I feel like I can trust. It won't hurt sharing a part of me with her, will it? "Okay." I whispered. "Dylan Black, you must have heard of him. Everybody knows him." I said and she nodded her head.

then looked at Finley’s bloodstained shirt “did he get you already? Are you okay?” Zoey looked down at her chest “did you just heal me?” I walked over and pointed to Doctor Susan who turned around from hearing Zoey talk. “That is impossible” she said, “how is your wound already closing?” Zoey smiled “I guess it wasn’t that bad after all.” “I still would like you to go see a doctor” Doctor Susan said, surprised by Zoey’s sudden recovery. “I will doctor, thank you so much” Zoey said as she slowly got up. “I am just going to change my clothing real quick and we will head to the hospital” Zoey lied to the woman. Finley quickly tried to enter her room, making sure Doctor Susan didn’t see her and

He furrowed his brows slightly, why were they hugging so tightly? "When was it taken?" Troy was puzzled, "It should have been just now." "You can go." "Yes." As Troy was about to close the door, he saw Russell with a gentle smile on his face, softly calling out, "Zoey." Suddenly, a chilling gaze swept over, and he quickly closed the door. Russell was video chatting with Zoey, "Where are you?" Zoey blinked her eyes and said, "I was at Galaxy Studio. I was going to be the designer here. Do you want me to show you my office?"

She didn’t cry, she was just there listening to me, crying. “Thank you sweetie. Mommy feels better now. I’m really glad you're here.” I said while smiling at her. The door opened and Luke rushed inside. Worry was written on his face. He saw me and Zoey on the bed hugging each other. He didn’t say a word and walked towards us to join us. He was hugging us both. We were like that for a few minutes. I saw Zoey fall asleep in my arms. I brushed my hand to her face. She has a white skin, red lips and hazelnut eyes that compliment her long straight brown hair.

“No need to act shy. You came in your sleep, and I'm so proud of you.” Her brows were knitted, too sober, as she assessed me. My eyes widened at her assumption, and I snatched my hand back. “That's not it. Stop saying weird stuffs.” She pouted. “Oh really? Then you're telling me you bed-wet.” “No!” I snapped. Smiling mischievously, Zoey moved closer to me, leaning in. “See how you're glowing? Didn't I tell you all you needed was a good D?” “Even if it's in your dream, I say you take it.” She nudged me, like she was giving really serious advice.