Zoe Murphy Novels & Stories

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

Fuck she makes my heart melt, mum walks over so she can see the screen, as I reply. "I missed you too Zoe, even though you hog the bed." My mum giggles as Zoe says. "I do not." I laugh, I look at my mum as I say. "Hey mum, I hope you're looking after this one, you never know by the time I come home she might be able to cook." Zoe pouts as she replies "I can cook." I chuckle as my mum shakes her head and I say. "Baby, you burn boiled eggs." I laugh as she blushes, knowing exactly why the pan burnt dry, as Zoe says.

Zoe smiled. The following day, Mr Smith was in his office, going through some papers when a knock came at the door. He lifted his gaze to the door and permitted the visitor to come in with a rasping tone. The door knob turned and Zoe walked elegantly inside. She was looking all radiate. Her short brown wavy hair had a purple side tint. She was wearing a long sleeve crop top that stopped halfway through her model-like tummy. Her belly button was pieced with a piece of small, glittering jewelry. She wore a sparkling, golden stone-littered skirt that almost made her butt hang out. She took off her eyeglasses, staring across the office. Mr Smith swallowed hard, staring lustfully at the sexy figu

"I assume you don't recall my na-" "Claude Kaize, Beta of Pack Regime." "You do." He eyes me knowingly, that stern and confident look of his shows as though he knows everything. "This lady knows the most, Kaize." I flashed him a warning glance in an attempt to keep him away from me. "Fetch me some water and dare poison it, why don't you?" Claude's eyes narrow through his glasses before he bows down and walks out of my chambers. "He's sharp, I'll give him that." I tell myself in a low whisper. But none of that seemed to ease me enough, for I know better that he won't last, and I don't want to build any attachment issues with anyone anymore in this place.

She donned a timeless dress that draped elegantly over her figure, the fabric flowing with every graceful movement. Meanwhile, Mr. Murphy, his eyes twinkling with charm, welcomed us with a warm smile. His silver hair gleamed under the soft light, and his presence radiated magnetic charisma. Despite his age, he exuded an ageless charm that captivated those around him. Zoe, a spitting image of her mother in every aspect except for her father’s piercing blue eyes, stood proudly beside them. “Mira, meet my parents, Margaret and Edward Murphy,” Zoe introduced with a warm smile.

I ran my hands over my hair and sighed. …………………………….. "What do you do?. " Zack asked as well we waited patiently for Zoe to serve the meal. "I have no choice than to look for Aubrey" "Mrs Adam is really a drama queen. She's really an actress." Zack laughed. "She was an actress. Don't you remember?" Zoe asked coming into the discussion. She made Kyle sit opposite her and started dishing out food for us. "But, uhm..she's right. Rowan, you have to give the old woman a grand child, and you're not getting younger either."

Of course he chops his own firewood like a Calvin Klein lumberjack. She wrapped the blanket tighter, tried to walk away. Didn’t. Something about him in the wild unsettled her more than any boardroom version of him ever had. He looked human out here. Unarmed. Honest. And that was dangerous. Because the moment she started seeing him that way… She wouldn’t be able to stop. The sun burned off the morning mist by ten. Zoe was already out in the grass, chasing butterflies with a stick she’d named “Lady Zap.” Her sneakers were soaked. Her jacket was on inside out. And she was radiant—glowing the way only children do when the air is clean and the adults haven’t caught up yet.

Elliot's face sank, "Why did you look for Avery? We had a divorce, you shouldn't have looked for her." Zoe looked apologetic, "Sorry, Elliot. I heard that she's a student of Professor Hough, so I thought we would have some mutual topics. I went over to look for her but didn't see this coming." Zoe spoke and grimaced in pain with tears falling. When Elliot saw her like this, he could not blame her any further. "It hurts…" Zoe sobbed and leaned her head into Elliot's chest. She said with a hoarse voice, "If my hands are badly burnt, what if I can't perform surgery anymore?"

Jolene smiled warmly at Callie. “Thank you! It really is.” Kyle nodded to someone and stepped to the side as another woman walked in. “Jolene!” She practically ran to her and they hugged each other. “I was so hoping you would be here!” “Great, another one.” Cara muttered. “I’m surprised you’re still alive.” The new girl rolled her eyes at Cara. “Not winning any popularity contest when all you do is to be on your knees.” She turned and looked at me. She was much shorter, but was still gorgeous. Shorter brown hair curled around her face. She wore a spaghetti strapped romper with five-inch heels. She wasn’t as muscular, but very toned. “Hello! My name is Zoey. Alpha Leo’s mate. We are a little

I replied as we both laughed. Dylan arrived during lunch break and Zoe was still with me. "Hey Zoe." Dylan said as he walked around my table to kiss me. "Hey Dylan. How was your weekend?" Zoe asked grinning. Dylan only chuckled."The best." He replied. Zoe joined us during the meal but left when she received a message about an order that just came in at work. "See you soon." She said and left. "What does Zoe do?" Dylan asked as he packed the plates. "She is a fashion designer. Owns her own line." I replied. Dylan nodded.