Pacific Coast Academy Zoey 101 Novels & Stories

, Alex laughed as he winked at Zoey. Zoey opened her clothes and went into the shower, she let the water pour down on her back. ‘ “Three months ago…we had our first child.”, Zoey stated as she burst out in tears. “And…and…” Alex’s eyes widened but he held her tight in his arms and comforted her. “Shh…It’s okay don’t worry, you got this, and let’s deal with this together. Okay?”, he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.’

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He had so many regrets when it came to her—too many. “I miss you too, Zoey. Kuya missed you.” After their hug, they went inside the mall. Zayne told her he wouldn’t stay long, and Zoey simply nodded, so they just ate ice cream together. “Zoey, I want to meet Mommy. I want to see her—where is she?” Zayne asked, making Zoey’s eyes widen in surprise. “Really, Kuya?! But she’s in the Philippines,” Zoey said excitedly before her expression dimmed slightly.

Evangeline stepped into the hallway the signal blinking on Zoey's phone. Zoey started to cry when the red dot remained in the same place. She hugged Luna's shoulder, a sob escaping. " I knew, but I love him. It's not my fault..." The words were a lie she told, her voice trembling, but a smirk appeared across her lips. Another incident flashed back. Zoey, wearing a red bikini dress, cold water, hot weather casually swimming, asked, watching Evangeline from the side, "how long you and Aaron knew each other."

The panda stuff toy was so big that I think one person could sleep in it. "You should already have a boyfriend so that someone can buy you what you want as a gift," I suggested, and she pouted. "I really wish I had a boyfriend like Ace. He is overprotective and will give you everything you want," Zoey remarked, and I looked at Ace. He had finished talking to Mr. Daffe. "Looks like Ace was done doing his business here," I said to Zoey, looking at Mr. Daffe rather than Ace. "I think I want to stay here longer; I'm finished buying what I want to give you, Unice," Zoey said, and I was taken aback. Then she gave me the plastic bag where my new clothes are there.

And then the big screen flickered. At first it was static. Then images flashed. Grainy. Intimate. Explicit. Andrew Wilson. Zoey's dad. Filthy. The room gasped as one and someone dropped a glass. The sound shattered on the marble floor. I didn’t even process what I was seeing fully because my eyes went straight to Zoey. Her face drained. Completely white. Like someone pulled the blood out of her veins. Her lips parted but no sound came out. The pictures kept flashing and then the coordinator’s voice, shaky but determined, announced Zoey Wilson as prom queen. The spotlight snapped onto her like a gunshot. She was frozen in it. Trapped. And then the audio started.

Zoey pulled the phone away from her ear, before she switched it off, pressing it back to her pockets. Stella McCartney, her best friend, her most trusted friend, they had both studied law together at Harvard, both successful lawyers. Away in England, she had earned herself a reputable name as Attorney Zoey Hart, now, she was back to New York, memories, deep memories that she wanted to forget, they were back, and she had to deal with them, she had to face them, most importantly, she had to overcome them. Sigh.. "Mommy!" A voice so tiny yelled from behind, the voice coming out as nearly a shriek.

Zoey was snapped back from her own world and remembered that she wasn’t alone in the living room. She sat on the couch still hugging, Chubby the giant chubby penguin. Having no idea what to talk to, Zoey said nothing. Exhausted from the long journey, Zoey could not stop her eyes from closing when she was hugging the plushy. Maurice observed the sleeping woman, her eyebrows were drawn to a frown and her mouth slightly parted. But it didn’t lessen her beauty to a tiniest bit.

Zara's voice was faint. “Because this moment, which I keep dreaming about, has finally come to pass.” He shifted closer and he withdrew his hand. His thighs spread further and the protruding member in his pants pressed against her exposed vulva. “Because I get to be the first to touch you, feel you, and hold you.” After he planted a brief kiss on her navel button, Zara asked, “How do you know you are the first to touch me?” Zoey took one of her legs, held it straight in the air, and while he maintained eye contact with the girl, he replied, “You make it obvious. And,” he kissed her ankle, “I can read your mind.”

And that window left wide open was Baby Z. “I don’t want to go to kindergarten, daddy!” she said , wrapping her little arms under her chest, and pouting her lips at Tristan just the way Zoey was doing it. She is Zoey’s daughter one hundred percent. You can’t be misled about that. Her appearance, her sassiness, all about her screams out loud “I am Zara Mayer, Zoey’s Mayer daughter!” “Baby,” Tristan said and lifted her in his arms, and Baby Z, placed her arms around his neck. “All the kids in our pack are going to kindergarten. It is time for you to go too.”