Zoe From Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

PAST SELENE’S POV: Zoey picked up my call on the second ring. My world could be falling apart but I knew I could always count on her to always be meticulously consistent. “Oh, my God, finally!” Zoey exclaimed, her face popping onto my screen. Her dark almond eyes shone with mischief, her dark hair pulled into her signature bun at the top of her head. But the excitement flickered out of her face when she saw me. “Sel, are you crying?”

No, this can't haooen. Not here, not now. I was so close to getting away, so close to a new life. Alpha Kyle was still staring at me with his empty eyes. Shaking beneath him, I was praying sliently in my mind. He starts ripping off the rest of my clothing. Moon Godness help me pls, somebody, anybody....... Thats when I heard the voice I thought I imagined last week. "Zoey, Zoey, listen to me. Your are not weak. You need to calm down and stop this from happening." Zara is real! Zara was back she was here with me.

Zoe asked Devin with a cold look in her eyes, she was a generally reserved person, the twenty nine year old was well known throughout the pack for her fierce fighting skills and her cold exterior, she hardly ever socialised with anyone other than her mate, Michael and her sister Aubrey. From what I’d heard, she wasn’t always like this, but after her mother died when she was sixteen, her father went crazy and ended up attacking her and in the process ripped her abdomen open, she was lucky to have survived the attack but it turned out that her reproductive organs had been severely damaged, thus leaving her unable to have children.

She then knew she was bleeding as blood began rolling in her mouth from her nostrils. Zoe wasn't done yet. She gripped Dale on the throat and raised the device to her eyes. Dale struggled to note was being flashed to her face to avoid another painful penalty. It was a clear picture of her younger self and the slipper boy whom Jessy rescued her from. She tried lying but somehow her eyes had revealed her amazement. "Yeah, you remember now right?" Zoe nodded and gave her another punch. She ignored her cries, took a seat and began her story.

Zoe was half a year younger than Mable. She was the first friend Mable made when Mable joined Secret. Later, when Mable became the second-in-command of Secret, Zoe was her direct subordinate. Through more interaction, Mable discovered that Zoe was a very interesting girl. Zoe liked food, anime, and playing video games. Apart from her coldness and ruthlessness when she executed a task, Zoe was an ordinary girl next door. As far as Mable knew, Zoe had never been in a relationship before Kyle. Thus, Zoe was new to all this.

“Oh bloody hell, it’s all just a game, mate. Zoe also disliked me the first time we met. Sometimes she’d kiss me, and sometimes she’d tell me to wank off. It’s all part of the chase. You probably don’t remember that feeling because females fall at your feet─which I should warn you; do not share that tidbit with Lana. Women hate it when you bring up old conquests. Zoe almost cut off my bollocks when she heard that Nevaeh and I shared a moment years before Zoe and I met. I had to do a lot of groveling. It wasn’t pleasant.” Once again, I find myself amused by our easy banter. I’m about to reply, but the door opens at that moment and in walks Azazel’s mate, Zoe. Her dark brow arches with shock a

Zoe's mind was consumed by a flurry of thoughts and questions as she sat in the living room, her gaze fixated on the flickering flames of the fireplace. The encounter with Magdalena had stirred something deep within her, a longing to understand the truth of her own identity. Who was she really? What secrets did her parents withhold? Unable to suppress her curiosity any longer, Zoe mustered the courage to confront her parents. She found them in the study, huddled together, their expressions guarded. They turned to face her as she entered, their eyes reflecting a mix of apprehension and concern.

I paused, breathing out, “Overwhelming. So I cried. Just a little. But that’s between you and me, okay? No one else can know. Not even your Alpha.” Naia’s eyes went round. “Not even my Mama?” “Not even her.” She nodded, serious now. “Alright.” I held out my pinky. “Promise?” Naia hooked her small pinky around mine. “I promise.” Just then, the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Standing right there was a glowing pregnant woman with the same warm brown skin and kind eyes as Naia. Her smile was gentle, curious as her gaze shifted from her daughter to me.

Please. She step inside, revealing the lower part of her. Then our eyes met. I blink ny eyes one more time hoping it was only a dream. She's still there, looking at me-she didn't expect to see me. I felt my world shrinking. My throat got dry, and my knees being week. “Zoe..” she uttered in a voice only close to her could hear. It was her. My Mom.

His biological clock was precise, and he was not one to linger in bed. Zoey watched him for a few minutes, noticing scratch marks on his shoulders and chest that she had left the night before. Rubbing her neck, she lay back for a moment before getting up to find a nightgown and heading downstairs for water. After drinking a large glass of warm water, her thirst was quenched. Her stomach growled with hunger from last night's lack of food. Finding only bread in the kitchen, she toasted it and spread some jam on it, sitting at the dining table to eat.