Zoe Pearson Novels & Stories

I said and she looked at me in surprise before laughing nervously. "Forget that I said that. We should all relax today." I smiled as I spread some butter on my slice of bread. "I'd love that." ~ Later that morning, Audrey texted me saying that she was a few minutes away so Zoe and I stood outside as we waited for her. I took this time to find out more about Zoe while I examined the front of her beautiful house. Zoe was more than an interior designer and she did a bit of architecture. She said that she was more or less a jack of all trades when it came to design although she hasn't had an opportunity to design clothes or jewelry since Zack was ruling that industry.

Sharp, sword-like brows, a straight nose, thin lips pressed tightly together, always looking cold. Zoe put down her pencil, slightly startled. Had she really just drawn Aaron Kael? A faint smirk involuntarily curved Zoe’s lips. Yesterday, she had deliberately sent him so many messages, and he had ignored them all, but she was certain he had seen them. Should she send a few more? What part of her body should she photograph this time so he wouldn’t be able to ignore it? Lost in her dark thoughts, a stern voice suddenly rang out, pulling her back to reality. “Miss Thorne!”

Chapter 69 At nine o'clock the following day, a piece of news made it to the trending topics. "A-line actress Zoey made a fool of herself at the birthday party in the Harrison family. She bullied a child, stole others’ work, and was not welcomed by her future in-laws. She was kicked out of the house ten minutes after seeing her boyfriend’s parents." The news went viral online. At M.G Media Group, Zoey asked them to suppress the news quickly. But she didn't have as much power as Aaron, and the trending topic was still much discussed.

"Noah! Tell Daniel I'm innocent! Tell him to get me out of here! You used to like me the most, remember? You cursed Evelyn to her face for me. You said you wanted me to be your mom. I'm standing right here now. Take me out of here! "Don't worry. It doesn't matter that Evelyn's dead. I'll take good care of you. I'll be the best mom you could ask for." Zoe giggled as she spoke, already lost in the picture of her future. Just as she thought, Noah still preferred her over Evelyn. Zoe stepped forward to hug Noah. Then, a sharp pain exploded in her stomach. She staggered back in shock and looked down. A thin blade glinted where it protruded from inside the toy bear.

The entire packhouse seemed to pause. Zoe stepped into the main hall wearing a light summer dress that flowed softly around her knees. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made my chest tighten. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders in loose waves, and her silver eyes—those beautiful, impossible eyes—caught the light like moonlight on water. For a second, no one spoke. Every wolf in the room stared, and I couldn’t blame them. She was breathtaking. My mate, my Luna. And the woman I had been stupid enough to reject. Zeus stirred inside my mind, his presence warm but impatient. You were an idiot.

" Zoe begged Malcolm in public. The salary of the Lowe Group was the highest in the whole of Fielddell. Moreover, the people who were fired by the Lowe Group would be discussed. If people knew that Zoe was dismissed because of this, there would be even more criticism! Malcolm sneered, "If you knew that I would be here, I'm afraid that this glass of mango juice would not be in your hands today. There are so many people in the hall, but you splash it on Ms. Chapman." "I..." Zoe glanced at Velma, who was not far away. It was Velma who told Zoe that Marilyn was allergic to mango juice. Zoe thought of the rumors during this period and the relationship between her and Malcolm. Zoe thought, "I am m

"Jade Pearson and her assistant! Dad, you have to save me!" Dad immediately roared in anger when he heard that. "That Pearson brat! Who gave you the audacity to hit my son! Let go of Austin at once, or I will bankrupt Pearson Group immediately—" However, Wilbur hung up before Dad could finish. "You're exactly like your dad. Don't you both know that the Pearsons are the kings of Brandington? Who do you think you are to bankrupt them!" Dad called again, but this time, Wilbur just smashed the phone on the ground. Then, he glared at me and roared, "Hurry up and kiss my fucking shoes, you loser! Be done with it and quit holding me up from meeting my favorite basketball star!"

One of us has to be the voice of reason here. I’m so happy to see a familiar face in the classroom. Zoe waves, smiling wide, her hair now a bright shade of green. She was one of the first people to reach out once word spread, and she’s been nothing but fiercely supportive. I’m sure it wasn’t easy at first—she did like Dean, a lot, so finding out he had ulterior motives wasn’t easy for her to accept. I’m only glad she was able to accept the story about him being obsessed with me, that she didn’t question it. Neither did Posey, who now swears she always knew there was something weird about him.

"I'm still here and my name is Omashola; and yes! I would love to work with you so tomorrow, I'll be there." "Let's keep the names knowing formality for official businesses. Don't keep me waiting." He hung up. He got up from the bed and into his living room where a table had been beautiful set for him, "Elizabeth," he called. A plumpy woman dressed in a maid's outfit, with an apron and chef hat came from a corner, "Sar!" "What's for dinner today?" "Ah! Oga white, extremely deli-cious Italian salad with bread. But I also make small cold slot for corner just in case you no dey mood for salad,"