Zoe Murphy Novels & Stories

Its a really useful thing to have for mates. Zoey is everything and more I could ever ask for in a mate. She is beautiful, funny, charming without knowing it, kind, and radiants an energy off that just makes you want to bow to her feet and do everything in your power to please her......in more way then more. I've never looked at a females body the way I look at her during random times. Yesterday at training she was sweating and I caught myself licking my lips watching the swear run out from under her sports bra down her now toned stomach right to the top of her leggings. To say once I realized what was happening I completely shocked myself would be an understatment. I've never felt an urge t

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

I calmly cooed, taking a step toward her. She looked indecisive, narrowing her eyes in on me, and furrowing her brows in the process, "Who are you?" She murmured, "What are you?" Her voice was clearer as she asked those questions and I couldn't help but stare at her wide-eyed. It was such an odd question that I didn't expect from her. "What do you mean?" I asked, feigning unsureness, "My name is Zion Collins and although I said that I'm from Pluto, Angel face, I lied. I'm actually human."

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.

she said sternly, making me think she was actually serious. Huh? But then, she chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Just be careful, okay? That's all I'm trying to say" she said and started bringing out things from the carton. "Of course" I mumbled and hurried off to my room. * * Okay; so, I'm Zoey Scott - 21 years old and the only precious child of my mum. My dad. Us late actually. So, yeah. I'm all she's got. I'm done with high school but unfortunately, I don't have enough cash to further my education. For now, mum and I are trying all we can to make it possible.

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

Her disheveled face, especially her swollen eyes, was clearly visible. Zoe regretted crying, but her emotions were highly unstable at that moment. She wanted to say she was innocent, but it was impossible—her phone was dead, and she wasn't sure if Wolf would believe her. But at the same time, Zoe felt relieved because she was free. She was confident earlier that Cliff couldn't do anything. But that man was awesome. Zoe left the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe and went downstairs to the first floor. It was because she was hungry.

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?"