Sonic Boom Zooey Novels & Stories

"I can't believe he actually thinks he's superior, even when he's living off her. That's next-level pathetic!" Seeing the tides turning against him, Jack pointed at me and shouted, "Recording me in secret is a violation of my privacy, Suzanna!" I slipped the voice recorder back into my bag and shrugged. "What would it be when the security guards pinned me down and tried to take my recorder earlier? Was it considered false imprisonment or attempted robbery?"

I let out a deep breath, enduring the pain. "Good bye, Mani," she said. I heard the sound of the safety being turned on and a gunshot being fired. Bang I waited for the pain to come, but nothing did. I peeled open my lips to find Zoey laying on the floor, unconscious. I looked in front of me, and there stood Sin. A smile graced my face; my vision became blurry, and I blacked out, allowing the darkness.

*Whoosh* *Whoosh* *Boom* *Boom* *Whoosh* *Whoosh* *Boom* *Boom* Eventually, he took a fast glimpse at his back to where Ceizer is sitting before attacking the last rock. 'Argh! His aura and face resemble my father! But this is finer than in the past,' Zaykee thought while releasing the flames onto his hands. *Whoosh* *Boom* "Finish already, Mister Ceizer," He said while panting as he faced his body towards him. Surprisingly, Zaykee's eyes dilated as he blocked Ceizer's surprise attack. As the result, his feet got dragged away on the ground because of the strong impact. "What was that! Mister Cei--!"

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Fine! I'll just find it myself since the management itself is useless!" I immediately took the elevator to return to my unit. "Iha just calm down! You're making a scene! Let’s just look on the CCTV first" dad said "No, dad! I'll show you that arsehole! He’s living there!" When we arrived I immediately knocked on unit 712. "Violet! Don't make a scene!" he warned me "I can't assure you, dad!" I answered

I immediately turned on the recording function on my phone, made an excuse to leave, and went after them. "Michael, what are you doing?" Zoey's voice sounded a little reproachful, but more than that, it sounded coy and teasing. "Zoey, why don't we try something a little more thrilling, hm?" At the very next second, I began to hear soft moans and uneven breathing. Zoey's voice was all breathy and dripping with ecstasy as she whined, "Michael, stop… We're in the middle of my dad's birthday party…"

Cleo whispers, her boots shuffling to a halt, "You don't need a map. You need a freaking golf cart." "Or my car", Zoey adds, poking at a crystal vase on the side table that probably costs more than her car. "This place is insane." She adds. "Careful with that," I tell her when she pokes the vase too hard causing it to tilt from side to side. The last thing I want is for Aaron to come home and see what's maybe his favourite vase in pieces. Zoey steps back, raising both hands in surrender while I let out a breath. She drops both hands then lifts one to push a pink strand out of her face.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

My heart swelled like the Grinches at the movie's end when his first cry rang out as he entered the world. "Dada, Dada!" Tate's high-pitched squeal rang out, sending a poor rabbit running for the hills. Zac squats down, scooping his bite-size clone into his large protective arms. "How's, my little man?" Tate cackles in pure joy as Zac tickles his tummy. Tilting his head to me, "You okay, babe?"

She yelled, pushing Melissa forward and watching as Mr Anderson dived into the window with all his might. He tumbled messily. A loud smash pierced their eyes and they instinctively flinched as glass flew in all directions. Brie winced harder as she heard a door slam. The basement? Adam seemed frozen, staring at the limp body on the floor. They watched as it twitched and Mr Anderson rose back to life, lifting his floppy head up to inspect his prey once more. "Come to the basement," Brie begged, "this is getting too dangerous." She grabbed onto Adam's arm, tugging, hoping he'd listen. He whipped his hair out of his eyes and took a look back at the mess created.