Zoe Murphy Novels & Stories

Well, that was surprising. “If you don’t want to be in the detention room again, can you please stop with all the public display of affection?” a girl with dark brown eyes and black hair ordered the two. She looks beautiful with her morena skin and her cute nose. “I’m terribly sorry for them. Hi! I’m Zoe and I’m from Thailand. I moved here two years ago with my mum, and yes I’m sorry if the lip piercing is a bit shiny,” she said, but she doesn’t look sorry at all which made me like her immediately. I smiled at her and offered my hand for a handshake.

Zoey's POV Matteo Harmon immediately put on a stern face and said, "How can you belittle your daughter like that? Zoey has her strengths too." Daria snorted and said, "What strengths could she possibly have?" "Zoey is kind," Matteo Harmon retorted. "Kind?" Daria laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Eight years ago, when she was only fourteen, she went to bars to smoke and drink, hung out with thugs, and was involved in scandals of promiscuity and abortion."

“I want to say something.” Everyone quieted, turning to her. Zoe blinked in surprise, shaking her head shyly. “Chloe, no, don’t make a big deal…” But Chloe smiled. “It is a big deal. And you deserve it.” She looked at Zoe, her expression softening. “I’ve known Zoe for years. Our Zoe…” She paused, her throat tightening with emotion. “She’s been more than a friend. She’s been my sister. When I had nothing, when I thought the world had forgotten me, Zoe was there. She helped me with my mom, she gave me money when I couldn’t even pay rent, and she brought food from work just so we could eat. She made sure I didn’t drown.”

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

While the girls took turns debriefing each other about the events that took place in the last month. Zoe was twenty-seven years old and just returned home from the United Kingdom a few weeks ago and she had always been a part of the squad when she was still here and, after her return, she reconnected. She had an arranged marriage with Viktor Michelson, just like Charming had said earlier. A mutual agreement between her to-be husband and her family to keep her family business afloat. The man she loved, according to her, lived in the United Kingdom and Viktor knew about him, but shed little into Viktor’s reaction to such knowledge.

Violet was a little dissatisfied, "I think that Zoey is nothing special either." Katie sneered, "Four years ago, when you were still in your final year of high school in a small county town, Zoey was already a renowned doctor, top designer, famous singer, songwriter, and a well-known guest professor at a prestigious university. At that time, Zoey was only two years older than you. Even if she disappeared for four years, with the recovery of her memory, all her skills will come back. Each of her achievements is something you can never reach in your entire life." After saying that, she turned around and left. Violet tightly pursed her lips as she watched Russell's luxury car disappear from sig

Zoe curled her fingers slightly and said softly, “I used to live under other people’s protection and lost myself somewhere along the way. It’s true. I have nothing now, but I’m only twenty-four years old. I want to start my life anew.” She raised her head and looked at Cecil, who was looking at her warmly. … Zoe stayed at the hospital for two hours. It was seven o’clock now. She needed to perform for a bar’s opening. It was already past midnight by the time she was done. Carrying the violin on her back, Zoe walked on an empty street. A cold breeze blew past. She had to hold herself tightly so she would not tremble. The neon lights dimmed in the dead of night. One of the skyscrapers had a big

His winked at her seductively. Dexter glared. "Wait a minute," Zoey was putting two and two together, "Like Sky?" "Heard of the Leo?" He rested his hand on the table waiting for her words. She widened her eyes hurriedly, shock, before she screamed loudly, "Oh my God, it's really you, why in the hell am I friends with my biggest idols." "You can have an autograph anytime." He winked again, "Okay, who's introducing themselves next." The sandy-blonde waved her hand, "Oh. Oh, can I go next? I am Kelly Campbell, I am a scientist, working towards my Ph.D though."

Emily scoffed, standing up and walking to her room. * “Sir, I've got her information,” Daniel informed, waking closer to Henry. “Tell me.” Henry requested. “Okay, her name is Zoey James, she is 19 years and an orphan, although she has a brother who she seniors with 2 years. She is an American, graduated from…” “Wait! I need the most important facts about her. I don't need her details, how do I get to her fucking ass? I want to destroy her.” Henry cut off and said.

ZOE is a graduating college student from Manhattan. She's a scholar of a well-known company that deals with cars. She lives in four corners of a small apartment with her mother, Iris. Iris works every night at the nearby club as a pole dancer and a court for the upper-class—billionaires, politicians, and the like. People address her as an ultimate 'courtesan' because she's been targeting high profiles. Zoe even gets bullied because of her mother's job. Despite this, she mastered ignoring everything. Her mother may not have a decent job, but she still loves her, and no one can change that.