Zoe Pearson Novels & Stories

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.

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

“Yvonne.” “Why would you think that this is Yvonne Yates?” Pearlie’s unfamiliar voice could be heard. Jackson was startled but immediately came back into his senses. “You are…” He was a bit upset that it was not Yvonne. Pearlie’s lips curved up into a smirk. “I am Yosef Turner’s sister, Pearlie Turner. It seems like President Miller has bad memory.” Jackson was slightly startled. ‘Pearlie Turner? Zachary’s fiancé right?’ “What brings you to call me?” He wanted to hang up the call immediately as he had nothing to talk to her about.

Beatrice’s eyebrows shot up dramatically “You haven’t seen T*****r? Girllll! The entire Italian internet is having a field day, it's all over” “What is?” Rosalie asked slowly Beatrice slid her phone across the counter “This” Rosalie picked it up, her heart dropped A tweet was open, the caption bold; "CEO of Billion dollar Moretti Enterprises verbally assaults young female staff member in office meltdown. Says she doesn't belong with the upper class, Elitism or breakdown? #MorettiMeltdown" Beneath it, a blurry video began to play She saw herself, her own face. Standing. Shaking.

Zoe jumped on her feet and twirled around. Before I could open my lips, Zachary beat me to it, holding out his palm and shaking his head. “No.” He yelled. He cleared his throat and, with a softer tone, he gritted out. “Zoe, the dress is really perfect. Now let's be on our way.” “Are you sure that kid is four years old?” Penny whispered. “Yes, I am four. Now can we be on our way?” He snapped. Rolling her eyes, Penelope replied. “Such a boss baby.”

"You know what? I think you really deserve it, ``said Zoe. She relaxed on her seat and rocked it softly. Kearny just kept smiling. He couldn't contain his happiness. He had always wanted a promotion and now he got one. Zoe on the other hand really doesn't like him. Not that she has anything against him, but she would have preferred to have Mr. Andre as her director. Speaking of Mr Andre. How on earth is he going to survive now? She really felt pity for him. It was your fault. Her inner mind said. Those four words shattered her heart to a million pieces. She had never felt this guilty all her life. She wished she could go back to the past in order to correct her mistakes. Mrs Randolph also. H

Right away, she spotted the only other adult female in the room and as she laid eyes on Zoe Parish for the first time, she found herself staring at the woman. Zoe was just so stunning. Tall for a woman to be sure, curvy and casual in her plain white t-shirt and jeans, long blonde hair curling wild over her shoulders and down her back. She was looking at Jo and even from across the distance, Jo saw the pure green of Zoe’s eyes, as strong and piercing as a laser beam. Everything about her just screamed self-assurance and calm competence and radiance, and Jo wished so damn hard that she’d thrown on a pair of jeans and a brightly-colored blouse that cinched at her waist like a corset. But instea

Zoe paused, waiting for Liza to show any signs of life at the other end of the connection. "How's that good news?" "I'm coming. Since you got fired Dean hadn't been able to replace you and you know how Stacy has been dying to take over your place. The bitch had tried to seduce Dean to no avail, with the little sense her brain owned, she tried to impress him by raping the pole in the name of pole dance practice which ended up with a dislocated ankle," "Zoe, this news keeps getting gloomy." "I'm coming," she simply said. "The crew went to visit her yesterday, you won't believe this. The bitch transformed into a confessing mess. Do you know she's responsible for Poppy's face deformation?"

anchors pale and repulsive in comparison to the natural elegance they had just witnessed. While the live feed died, the content took on a life of its own. Clips of the dance duel between Chloe Bishop and Zoe J. were edited and uploaded across various platforms, racking up tens of millions of views and millions of likes. Overnight, and without their knowledge, both women had become massive internet sensations. The Delusion of the "Clear-Headed" CEO Back in the suite, Zoe J. returned to Adrian Wolfe’s side, her face a mask of icy fury. Adrian, ever the devoted protector, leaned in to whisper comforts that fueled her pride.

She wrapped her arms around herself, looking up at Bella with a sad expression. Trying to hold back tears, Zoe shook her head but then quickly smiled. "I have a daddy. Next weekend, we’re going out. He and Emma will join me, and we’ll be a happy family." Suddenly, a ball caught Zoe’s eye, and she dropped her paint. She picked it up and squeezed it, making a squeaky sound. "That belongs to Shane," "Who is Shane?" "My dog. He can be quite mischievous. Mom says I should just let him do his thing."