Giantess Zoey Novels & Stories

said Zoey, "I was looking through photos of Boumerank shows in Brazil and the United States. She was always with you. I'm sure she's your girlfriend." "Why are you so curious?" I asked. "I don't know," Zoey said, "female instinct." "And what is it?" I asked. "Usually women always want to be the number one," Zoey said. “But I realized my position. I'm just a prostitute who should be grateful to have been released." "You're not a whore anymore," I said. “After being free from here, you are a free person.” "I'm afraid I can't do it alone," Zoey said, "I've never been far from Saltyville. I don't know the people of Surabaya."

I held my hand out to him to stop him from coming near. “Zoey,” I said, my voice may be slightly higher than normal, “Could you come and heal me please?” I asked, and Zoey rushed over. “Goddess Kaeleigh, I don’t know what I’m doing,” and she put her hand on my arm over the cut. We all watched with expectation for… nothing. No glow, no healing, nothing. “I-I don’t understand,” Zoey said, and I shrugged. “I don’t think you are a healer. I think it is something else altogether,” I said as I looked at Chase and tilted my head. He walked over, scowling at me.

Katherine, no, Zoey stood tall in the center, unflinching, and behind her… thousands of armed soldiers in sleek black gear, all positioned like a private militia straight out of hell. The caption beneath the image read: “Zoey has the full ability to destroy Thorne. With just a snap, she could summon her elite force. The Obsidian Sons. Thorne would beg for mercy. Why do you think she hasn’t done it yet? I’m sure you’re thinking what I’m thinking. Her feelings for Thorne are still intact. If he ever finds out about this pathetic weakness of hers, you’ll be next. And how sure are you that they haven’t already started conspiring behind your back?”

I got down and followed the front of the car, and I overheard Danny telling Daisy that I was acting weird. Weird??? Am I weird? Anyways, I followed Rain and tiptoed inside the compound. Mom was deep asleep I guess; everywhere was dark; we were trying to play safe. I didn’t enter my room; I entered my sister’s. And yeah! We’re in. “Thank you so much sis, I owe you.” “Just undress, take your bath, and sleep; I’m feeling sleepy.” “You don’t want to hear my gist?” “Look Zoe, I know you have a lot; I would love to hear it, but I need to sleep.”

Suddenly they heard people screaming, Mrs Anabel George beep through the window and she saw zombies everywhere. Her heart was beating like bell she couldn't look. "What happened" Grace asked her mother then she walked close to the window and also beep her heart couldn't take what she saw then she she collapsed.

Zoe I straighten my dress as I step out of the locker room and leave Azazel behind. My body is still quaking from the encounter. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and walk back to the bar. Two of the waitresses that I was speaking to earlier spot me as soon as I reach the bar. Kat, a brash redhead with a mane of wild red hair and a bust that is too large to be real, raises her eyebrows with an inquiring look. “So…” She says with a snicker. “…you and that really hot gladiator, Azazel. Do tell?” The other girl, Sadie, moves closer with an interested smile. I roll my eyes and look around nervously, then shake my head. “It’s…complicated,” I answer with a grimace. She clucks her tongue and wa

She offered me an encouraging smile while I relaxed into the soft grass. "I was born of the Gamma family of The Roseum Pack, deep in the forests of the A****n. I was stolen by rogues from my family at age six, brought to the US to be exploited for my blood. You see, Zoey, we are very special wolves, but at such a young age, I never understood." She met my eyes with an encouraging smile as she fiddled with her hands before continuing. I was more than already invested in her story even though there wasn't much connection to us as yet.

Mason asks, a little bit taken aback, as he just realizes what is happening. Zoey opens her eyes and gives me a straight gaze as she says. “I, Zoey Carter, the Beta Blood of the Crescent Moon Pack. reject you Alpha Tristan Mayer. Accept my rejection and let’s end this madness. I promise that I will leave the Crescent Moon Pack. I promise that I will never interfere with your life again. You said it by yourself. I am not good for you.” and she is damned happy as she said that. She just rejected me and she is happy about doing it. I still can’t understand how she found the power to do it. I am an Alpha. She is Beta blood, she can’t do that just like that.

Not a single species was deemed at risk. “Who distributed the pamphlets?” I asked quietly. “Still unclear. But one of the villagers mentioned a young woman with wavy black hair, driving a metallic green sports car.” He looked at me with meaning. One name: Celeste. I recalled her gaze during the welcome party. Cold. Challenging. A silent message: the world doesn’t always embrace outsiders. Apparently, she was proving that point.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.