Zion Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I had changed into fresh ones, and I forgot the old one on the bed. Zion coughed, shoving me aside. “It must have slipped out of my bag.” He said embarrassingly, putting the pant into his bag. He left the books on my bed. “What are you doing?!” I asked through a mind link. “Saving you.” He responded. “What?!” Zion hissed, clearly embarrassed. I was way more embarrassed than he was. “I can't sneak my girlfriend in like y'all, so I have something that helps.” “Bro, seriously?” Thane asked, looking genuinely concerned.

I moved closer, and that’s when I saw a dark bruise blooming like poison on the side of her cheek. “What the...” I stopped mid-sentence, my stomach twisting. “Who did this to you?” There was a long pause. Then she looked up at me and whispered, “Zion.” I blinked, trying to process. “As in the Zion? The one you were always talking about in the past, like he was the human version of a love song?” She nodded. “Yeah. Him. He’s… the love of my life.” I could’ve laughed if I wasn’t so angry. “Love of your life? Girl, he just put his hands on you!”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hope Zoey isn't crazy for being stuck with Zeus :'( See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

It was a series of questions, written in a breezy, curious tone that made the whole thing sound like innocent interest. So Zane Prescott is officially off the market, and the lucky girl is Avery Chen. But who exactly is Avery Chen? We know she's a third year student. We know she kissed him at his own party two weeks ago. We know she's been front row at his games in his jersey. What we don't know is this: does she know who Isabella Kingston is? And more importantly, does she understand what she's walked into? Below it was a photo. Isabella at the stadium, poised and perfect, Zane's hand briefly on her arm in a moment that had been cropped to look more significant than it was.

"Thank you for your vote of confidence. To that end, I contacted Zoe to start drawing up some paperwork. She invited us to come to Los Angeles and visit." "Who's Zoe?" Lisa asked. "A girlfriend Master had in college," Julia said. "She dated him for awhile before realizing she was a lesbian. She's a lawyer working for Brianna's Baubles, and serving as a submissive to the owner, Brianna Worth. Master's kept in touch." "You don't care if Scott stays in touch with old girlfriends?" Lisa asked. "Not the lesbians, anyway," Julia laughed. "I like Zoe. She's a kindred spirit, another sex slave. It might have been after I met her I started having slavery fantasies of my own."

The door was left open so I quietly peek inside. It's a small room with a closet and cupboards.Everything is just kept in there like no one uses this room or the stuff from here. Curiosity gets the best of me and I step inside, walking over to the nightstand which has a set of frames. I turn one over. Zion is sitting on the couch with a woman in his lap, both beaming with happiness. “Is this…his first mate?” I mumble to myself, flipping the other frames and the majority of these are pictures of her.

This girl was able to see through his soul and she was right he was not going to accept the truth about her. Zion let her go this time. He needed time to go through everything. Hannah came back to her room and threw her face in the palms. She was tired of her life, everything. However, Angela updated her husband about what is going on between them. He was also disappointed by what Zion thinks of her. That night, Zion made a decision. He was going to look at her as his wife, instead of some slut or a whore. She was his and no one can change that fact. He planned to open his heart for her. The denial phase of liking her finally came to an end.

Qunetin's eyes bore into Zion with such intensity that the latter felt a shiver run down his spine. Dennis pulled Zion aside. "What's wrong with you? Why are you hitting on Noelle of all people?" "Hang on, what was her name again?" Zion asked, as he thought her name sounded familiar. Dennis reiterated, "Noelle! Quentin's wife!" Zion's body instantly went rigid. He had been in the Utopia States during the three years of Noelle and Quentin's marriage. He had never seen her in person; he had only seen their wedding photo, but he had long forgotten what she looked like.

"God, they’re still going? Your brother’s girl is really... dedicated, isn't she?" Zion snorted, burying his face in a pillow to stifle his laughter. "Dedicated? Khione, she’s performing for the rafters. I think she wants a standing ovation from the entire zip code." "Your mom is really a saint," I added, shaking my head. "How she just rolls her eyes and lets him get away with being a public nuisance is beyond me." "She’s given up, Khi. She’s just hoping he doesn't bring home a grandchild next," Zion joked, causing us both to dissolve into a fit of hushed giggles.