Zoe Murphy Novels & Stories

"Do you think I'm going to lie here quietly and die while Petra Chapman walks around smiling like she won?" Mrs. Fox's heart clenched painfully. "What are you saying?" Zoe's eyes burned with fury. "She took everything from me," she said, each word deliberate and sharp. "My future. My position. My protection. She and her powerful family planned this. They cornered me. They humiliated me. And now—" her voice trembled, not with fear, but rage "—now I'm the one dying." Her breathing grew uneven again, but she pressed on regardless.

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car

She stepped back and measured him. Zoe was one of the most elegant women of the Lykae kingdoms. Her powers were enough for others to be scared of her and put her on a high pedestal, like a goddess of sorts. She enjoyed her authority over others. However her plans were vastly different from what Ludwig had envisioned.

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.