Novel & Cerita Mike X Zoey

Zoe squealed, and Teri sighed, closing her rolling eyes and shaking her head. Reaching for the fiercely wriggling dog under Jim’s arm and collecting her in a big hug, Zoe dodged while the Sheltie attempted to lick her face in excitement, then faced the three men. “Mr. Allen, Mr. Mike, thank you so much. I had a really fun time.” “Glad you could join us,” Mike laughed. “You come back anytime, Zoe. Next time we’ll go rafting like we talked about.” “Yeah!” Zoe nodded eagerly and Teri groaned. Fist bumping both men, Zoe faced Jim, then rattled, “I’m sorry. I don’t know you. Did you help with the camp? I’m Zoe. Why were you kissing my mom?”

"No wonder you wanted to play that game. You were buying time. You're vile, Zoe." Her words had barely left her mouth before a female officer snapped handcuffs on her wrists and flashed her badge. "We're from the Secret Service. Ms. Zoe is under the state's protection. You've posed a severe threat to her safety. Everyone involved is coming with us." "No! I didn't!" Michael collapsed to his knees and crawled toward me in panic. His voice shook as he said, "Zoe, I never meant to hurt you. It was her. She made me do it! Please, Zoe! Let me go!"

“Mike…” "My apologies Sir..." Mike bowed and cleared his throat. "Okay… if I may say this, it’s giving love-hate-to-love energy.” Zayn raised a brow, unimpressed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You want the truth?” Mike asked cautiously. Zayn said nothing, just stared. "You still love her... I mean, back then, you always wanted to be around her..." Mike said simply "In fact, I don’t think you ever truly hated her like you claim. That’s why this is bothering you so much."

Yet, he handed them to Zoey. Those slippers had once been exclusively mine, but now he gave them away without a second thought. "You don't need to explain anything to me," I said, my mind focused on my dinner. I hopped over to the table to grab my phone, intending to check the delivery driver's location. "Victoria, it's all my fault. Don't be angry at Logan," Zoey immediately said in a trembling voice, her eyes welling up with tears. "What now, Victoria? Zoey just graduated with her master's degree and is being pressured into marriage by her parents. She has nowhere to stay. What's wrong with letting her live here for a few days?" Logan said in irritation.

Steve smiled and broadened as he walked closer. He stood some steps before Zoey and brought his hand forward for a handshake. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Zoey took his handshake, still maintaining a shocked look on her face. Never did she think she would get to see Steve after so many years. "I heard you call Isaiah Alcatraz. Are you acquainted with him?" Seeing Zoey was still lost in thought, Carissa stepped up to reply. "Haven't you seen the internet? It is buzzing with Isaiah and Zoey's story."

Zoe's POV : I and Michael Ardolf were the best shining stars in the college. Everybody was jealous of me as Michael was the Dean's son and the star of the college. He was the handsome hunk that every girl was after him. But, he was never a playboy and has got eyes for only me. Or I thought so. But, it has ended for good. It's not easy to find her boyfriend sleeping with her best friend. And the nerve of them that they blamed alcohol for it. Michael was not only my boyfriend but my best friend too. But now, he feels nothing but a stranger.

he muttered. She smiled faintly, sleepy and used and utterly his. “Promise?” He paused and grinned. “You filthy little thing.” BONUS SCENE – ONE WEEK LATER Mike had been away on a business trip for three days. Zoey hadn’t been given orders, there was no text from him and nothing to keep her company. But she’d waited for him trying to obey his rules. The door slammed opened, Zoey startled in her seat with her heart racing. Was he home? She thought as she sat down on her bed waiting.

he murmured, unsure if it was a prayer or a plea to the darkness. Dominic’s office smelled of leather and smoke. The skyline stretched behind him, windows glinting with the city’s restless energy. Jaxon stood near the desk, hands folded behind his back. His sharp jaw and sleeve tattoo gave him the look of a man carved from Chicago’s streets. “We’ve got a trail,” he said. Dominic leaned back in his chair, gray eyes narrowing. “Harper?” Jaxon nodded. “She’s meeting someone. Regular. We’ve got eyes.”

Mike, his main caretaker tells him. "Thanks, I guess I'll just stay in for now. I've been pretty exhausted," Lian replied. Mike nodded and was about to leave when his radio turned on. He went out of the room for a while before coming back. "You have a visitor," Mike said. "Who is it?" "His name's Lyle, Lyle Moore," Mike said. Lian froze in his place when he heard that name. So many questions were running through his head. Why now? Why did he show up right now? Why just now?

Then, playfully, she began to unbutton his shirt as he buttoned it up. Barlen watched her silently, continuing his task. Zoey met his gaze with a mischievous look, her hands never pausing in their actions. Minutes later, Barlen's shirt remained unbuttoned. He looked at her, resigned: “Had enough fun?” “Nope.” Giving up on the buttons, Barlen clasped Zoey's waist and drew her in, “Then you do the buttons.” “I’m nearsighted, the buttonholes are too small, I can’t see them.”