Zoe Murphy Mga Nobela at Kwento

she bemoaned, as she tried to suck in her tears. “The lady you are talking about is the CEO of ZOELVA? Zoe Oliver?!” Justine’s eyes widened, her face turning pale.

“Goodnight, Zo.” Zoe rummaged through her bedside drawer for some pain relief. She swallowed the tablets, gulped down a stale glass of water and hesitantly opened her phone browser. Fingers danced across the keys, a small pit forming in her stomach at the prospect of what she would find. Hesitating for just a moment, she sucked in a sharp inhale and typed; Natalie Keller. Dozens of articles filled the screen, accompanied by images of a stunning blonde with piercing green eyes and perfect dewy skin, a wide smile beaming in every photo. Scrolling through the articles tentatively, Zoe clicked on one from a reputable source.

Kyle tightened his grip on Zoe's hand and cautioned, "Maybe he overheard me calling you. Stay away if you encounter someone who claims to know you but whom you don't recognize. They could be bad people.” Zoe nodded in agreement. After all, she knew she could only trust Kyle. Kyle stayed with Zoe until she fell asleep and quietly left the room. His subordinate waited outside, and Kyle asked, "Have you discovered more?" The subordinate reported, "Sir, we've investigated thoroughly. Joseph Holmes said he met Coach Zoe five years ago at a ski resort in Pamporovo, Bulgaria. At the time, Miss Zoe was a special guest at the skiing event and was already an internationally certified level four ski in

ZOEY Zoey rubbed her wrists with the palm of her hands before staring at the ground and waiting for Professor Beaumont to say what was going to happen next. She hated the crowd that had gathered. What she hated more was the fact that people had taken out their phones and were making videos. In no time, the videos would circulate social media, and she would once again go viral. If people could connect the dots and know that it was the man whom she was cussing out and wishing for him to die was the one who saved her from getting locked up, then they’d say she was going back to her vomit. The irony of it.

Instead, she was staring at her, blinking and smiling. "Zoey, this is Jenna Murphy, the Vice President of our company." Hansen continued staring at the tablet in his hand and introduced the girl indifferently. Then he looked up again at Jenna who was standing silently. He turned his face to the girl, and said lightly, "This is Zoey Delia, student of the University of Arcadia."

Zoe glared when two pairs of brown eyes with different tones stared at her with sparkling eyes. Zoe swiftly grabbed the emergency button on the side of the head board. "Come on, go home! I don't like all kinds of bad smells in a place like this!" *** Zoe was looking at herself in the large mirror in one of the empty corners of her room. A burgundy backless short dress managed to wrap Zoe's body perfectly. The girl smiled widely every time she turned around—seeing her perfect curves clad in clothes so extraordinarily. There's nothing else in her that can make herself proud with two things in her body: the curve of her waist like a Spanish guitar, and the green irises in her round eyes.

"I am going to take you to have that bandaged." She pulled Zoe toward the exit. As they passed Mr. Murphy, she stopped and spoke in a cold tone. "Mr. Murphy, I am unaware of the specifics, but I must remind you that Zoe is the only legitimate daughter of the Murphy family. She is the future heir of the Murphy Group and a close friend of mine." These words served as a clear warning. Despite being addressed by a junior, Mr. Murphy frowned in irritation. Zoe allowed herself to be led away. From the moment the bandage was applied until the end of the process, she did not utter a single word, resembling a soulless doll.

, she whispered before she could tiptoe to her room. Zoey closed her room door and opened her laptop, searching for a job as a personal assistant in Griffin’s Enterprise. A sinister smile played along her lips. “Got you.”, Zoey said as she clicked for applying for the job. She walked to her wardrobe and opened it. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Nina The smell of coffee and butter pulled me out of sleep before the light did. I cracked one eye open. Zoe stood at the edge of the bed with a tray balanced on one hand, dressed like she was about to close a deal. Her blazer was perfectly fitted, her dark hair pulled back neatly, and her heels dangled from her fingers. Even her apartment reflected her personality: quiet, elegant, expensive. Nothing creaked here. Everything was polished into silence. “Don’t make me dump this on your face,” she said, setting the tray over my lap.

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.