Total Drama Island Zoey Novels & Stories

Seeing Zoe being treated like trash was usually relishing for her to see, because it somehow felt like she was punishing Malcolm too. Instigating the maids to frustrate her work and make her even more frustrated was the easiest as well. When the moment came that Malcolm decided to let her go and serve her divorce papers, Isla had remained unperturbed, even if it was going to be a pity that there was nothing as entertaining as Zoe's misery. However, Malcolm offering her that much for alimony almost made Isla lose her mind. She had suffered so much, trying to build her company without anyone's help because she knew Malcolm knew the truth about their family, but he dared to offer an outsider th

'" I glanced at Mr. Johnson. He was ashen-faced, clearly unwilling to watch any more of the video. "Stop it! That's enough! Stop the video!" Zoey tried to stop Sheryl, to no avail. At the very next second, Zoey's shaky, breathless voice rang out, "Take me, Daddy. Give me all your love…" The chaos downstairs had already quieted. Everyone was now staring at the massive projector screen, whispering among themselves. The fire had been a false alarm that Sheryl orchestrated. If everything ran out, they would surely notice that the villa was completely fine.

Zoe was shocked and shouted while struggling for a release. "What the hell are you doing…??" I heard her say in panic. Her attitude made me so irritated that I tightened my grip on her. And I gave her the best threat ever, "You better stay still, or else I will kiss you in front of all these people. Do you want to be famous? And viral over the internet. It will be sensational news and people might even take you like my new girlfriend."

Zoe popped her head around Daniel’s shoulder, blonde ponytail bouncing, wearing a lavender mini dress and a grin that could power a city. “Are you ready?” she sang. Daniel turned, startled, blinking at the stranger blocking his entire doorway. His suspicious expression faltered, replaced with mild awe. “Oh. Uh. Hi.” “Hi!” Zoe beamed, utterly unfazed. He straightened automatically, running a hand through his hair. “I’m, uh, Isabella’s brother. Daniel.” “I figured,” she said brightly, sticking out a hand. “Zoe Finn. We work together.” “Really?” He shook her hand a little too quickly. “So… where are you two going, exactly? What time will you be back?”

Julie Klausner once said that a woman’s memory is reliable at the risk of sounding like some sort of gorgeous two-headed monster with voices of Dave Barry and Erma Bombeck, and she thinks that women, like elephants , remember absolutely EVERYTHING! So don’t think that Zoey is holding grudges, beyond this is too much to forget and forgive relating to Tristan. And the last episode with Dana , probably pushed her over the edge. “Too late, princes, I already did it!” Tristan mocks her and Zoey looks at him in disbelief. “I rejected you, jerk!” and pushing him away she points her index finger in his direction , and with squinted eyes tells him. “Look, jerk…” and seeing that Tristan lifted an eyeb

I could see the battle raging in her mind, the fear that paralyzed her from acting. But instead of speaking, Zoey slumped back in her chair, defeated. “You don’t know what she’s capable of,” she whispered. But I did know. She has done horrible things, even causing the death of Emily’s parents. “You’re scared of Isabelle, I get that,” I said, watching Zoey carefully. “But let me ask you this—what happens when she’s done with you? You know how people like her operate. You’ll be disposable, just like the rest. She won’t keep you around once she’s milked you dry.”

” She looked away immediately. I was speechless! How could Zoey have lied to her like that?! I quickly became disgusted. “Zandra, can you please look at me?” I waited for her eyes to find mine. Once I had her attention, I continued. “I would never, and I mean NEVER sleep with Zoey Travis! She is a walking STD!” I held her gaze until she nodded in understanding. “What happened after that? Zoey had to have something big to hold over your head to be able to manipulate you so badly.”

Damn that hurt. "Dude, just look," Zoey was standing at the top of the stairs case, having just rounded the coner and looked breathtaking. Her hair was done up with pieces falling and framing her face. Every curve of her body was standing out in the amazing red dress that looked like it was made for her. She grabbed the railing and slowly started making her way down. "So honestly, what do you think?" She asks as she reaches the bottom. she grabs the side of her dress and pulls it off the last stair, exsposing her toned leg inside the gold heel.

"Howdy?" "Drop the foolishness and get me a fucking update on Jordy. He just ran out of here a while ago. I need to know what he's up to." Zoey demanded tensely. "Right on it, Pretty." She hung up with a snort, tossing the phone on the bed. Pissed, she went into the bathroom to wash up. The morning just started rough, and she just might have to do the dirty work herself. It doesn't matter. As long as she finds out whatever Zach was hiding.

Except for that man who always gives her a cold stare sending a shiver in Zoey’s spine. “When will it be? I’m planning to have a two week holiday in Macau.” Zoey said. “Oh really? Are you going with your boyfriend?” Tracy asked, her voice was a bit loud intending to be heard by a certain person. “You already have a boyfriend?” Maya piped in. She knew what Tracy was doing. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.” Zoey waved her hands. “I have been working hard for years and I felt the need to take a breather.”