Giantess Zoey Novels & Stories

I hear Grayson call out behind me. I turn around -Holy fuck. Standing beside Grayson is this petite goddess. Waves of auburn hair cascade down onto her creamy skin. Big green eyes pop in contrast to her scattered freckles. I take her all in. Her defined arms and snatched little body are on display in a black shimmery bodycon dress that hits mid-thigh. I see a small scar cutting through her eyebrow, which intrigues me more. Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad.

She held Yasmine's hand and said, "Thank you, Yasmine. I thank you on behalf of Zoey." Yasmine could tell that Leanna genuinely appreciated her. She smiled faintly and said, "So, the Zoey you mentioned is Russell's wife, right? What kind of person is she?" Leanna looked at the red glow on the horizon, reminiscing about Zoey. "She was a beautiful, kind, intelligent, and understanding woman. She was skilled in medicine, known as Dr. Z. When she encountered people who couldn't afford medical treatment, she not only waived the fees but sometimes even provided expensive herbs for free. Of course, she didn't hesitate to charge those who were wealthy. She earned a lot of money, but most of it was d

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I pressed, my curiosity piqued. The woman smiled, her green eyes glinting. "My name is Zoey. And I've been watching you, Lilith. I know all about your history with him. I know things you don't even know others do. Like what you did to that bitch.” Her smiles were creepy. Zoey's words sent a shiver down my spine. “How do you know?” I asked, wary. I was careful not to link any of the accidents to me. Smiling, she leaned back, lacing her fingers. “Let's just say I have my ways. But what's important is that we share a common goal: bringing down that woman. That's all that matters to me. I belong, it's the same for you.”

The cold eyes of the young woman in black followed him for a few seconds before she opened her mouth. “I’ve seen you. But, you’ve never seen me.” “Huh...” Alex was stunned. But then, Zoey was now critical. The Zharvakko talismans seemed to have come to life, forming a brilliant blood-red trail and was rushing into her tiny little body. The broken ribs and the wounds on her body started closing up right before their eyes.

“She has to trust me. I’m not forcing her into anything. And right now… I don’t think she does.” Anders rummages through his shelves, finally slamming a book down on the table. He flips through, then stops. “You couldn’t force her even if you wanted to,” he says, turning the book toward me. There she is—Zoey. The sketch captures her mid-shift or mid-outburst, I can’t tell. She’s wild, radiant, devastating. The caption is in ancient script. Anders, reading my mind, says the name aloud: “The Moonborn.”

Later that evening, as we quietly ate dinner, Aidan’s Beta, Sean, called. "Alpha Aidan, bad news! Miss Zoey was attacked by a group of rogues at a bar and is now in the hospital." "What?! Didn’t I tell you to take her home?" "She said it was her birthday and wanted to celebrate properly. She started crying, so I stayed with her. I stepped away briefly to use the restroom, and when I came back, she was gone. I found her in the alley behind the bar, and those rogues were about to… were about to..."

Its a really useful thing to have for mates. Zoey is everything and more I could ever ask for in a mate. She is beautiful, funny, charming without knowing it, kind, and radiants an energy off that just makes you want to bow to her feet and do everything in your power to please her......in more way then more. I've never looked at a females body the way I look at her during random times. Yesterday at training she was sweating and I caught myself licking my lips watching the swear run out from under her sports bra down her now toned stomach right to the top of her leggings. To say once I realized what was happening I completely shocked myself would be an understatment. I've never felt an urge t

Darryl, who was hiding behind them, furrowed his brows discreetly at the same time. 'Sh*t, that guy is so engrossed in pretending to be me.' Darryl wanted to dash forward at the time, but he was able to restrain himself. He was curious to see what tricks those two people would pull that night! Soon after, Reddy walked out, followed by Zoey! "Sect Master Darby!" Zoey spoke softly as she walked in front of him; she also observed the man. Zoey was dressed in a long, dark purple gown. She resembled a fairy in her subtlety, softness, and elegance. Even though she was a little tired from the journey, her magnificent aura could not be hidden. It even added to her individuality!

As if the person had been waiting for him. It was Zoey, and gone was her usual baggy jean, and long-sleeved top or wool sweater. She was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that barely even got to her knee. A white cropped shirt that showed her cream colored belly, and a cropped hoodie that covered her hair. To fucking crown it all, she had net stockings, and loafers. Fucking net stockings that disappeared into the skirt she was wearing. Were they doing a student-professor role play he wasn’t aware of?