Zoe Sugg Books Novels & Stories

“Of course.” Zoe said it so casually that the words almost sounded like a simple fact rather than a bold claim. She pushed herself up from the couch slowly, smoothing her hair back with one hand before folding both arms confidently across her chest. Her posture changed the moment she stood. Moments ago she had been sitting beside Pete, pretending to comfort him. Now she carried herself like someone presenting a brilliant idea in a boardroom meeting. “I’m not someone you can underestimate,” she continued, her voice calm but filled with quiet pride. “It’s not that hard.”

Zane’s POV The silence in my study felt off. This used to be my place of refuge. A place where I could think, strategise and breathe in calmness... But now? It felt suffocating and trapped. Like the walls themselves were closing in on me. I sat behind the desk, unmoving… but everything inside me was raging. Burning even. My fingers tapped restlessly against the wood before curling into fists. “Useless.” “You’re fucking useless.” Sagio growled at me inwardly

“Vampires—don’t ask about that one.” “What is your current obsession?” Katie asked, unsure if she wanted to know, but too curious not to ask. “Jungle,” Zoe said. “I have Tarzan and Jane, of course, plus fake trees and vines. Right now I have a pug-themed kitchen that you’re free to use. I’ve cleared out one side of the fridge for you, plus a couple cupboards.” Katie’s breath hitched. Zoe had cleared space for her—like she belonged. No one had ever done that before.

Dixon finally asked, voice low and measured. Zoe moved from the shelves and began to pace—slow, deliberate steps that carried her from the shelves to the window and back. The afternoon light slanted across her path, turning her shadow long and thin against the stone floor. “I would have suggested the white-haired slave Winter bought from Oshea,” she said, “but as it stands, she’s a dead end.”

She still lay on her stomach, the blanket haphazardly wrapped around her waist, legs exposed and dangling off the bed. Barlen caught her ankle, placing it back on the bed, and felt her cold feet. He pulled out the blanket she was pressing under her and covered her properly, then turned up the air conditioning a few degrees. Zoey protested, "What are you doing? I'm boiling here!" "Don't worry, you won't overheat," Barlen reassured her, putting away the remote, "Girls should avoid getting too cold in the summer. It's not good for your health."

He couldn’t quite place why he was curious, and the moment the question left his lips, a flicker of regret crossed his mind. Zoe didn’t answer with words. Instead, she knelt on the bed and began to crawl toward him, slow and predatory. “Are you worried about me?” She braced her hands on the mattress, bringing her face inches from his. That intoxicating scent of hers enveloped him once more. “Or is it… pity? Does the big, bad Aaron Kael have a soft spot for a broken doll?” “Don’t flatter yourself,” Aaron replied, his voice like ice.

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

“Another time. ******* Zoe sat cross-legged on the living room floor, papers were spread all around her, and she packed her hair in a ponytail style. She squinted at one of the documents, running her finger along the lines. The door opened, and Diego stepped in, his arms full of grocery bags. He dropped them in the kitchen, washed his hands, and walked back into the living room. “Hey, you,” Zoe said without looking up. “Good morning. You good?”

I tensed instantly. Please, Zoe—ask me to buy you the Eiffel Tower. An Egyptian pyramid. Anything. Because what you actually want… that might cost me a hell of a lot more. I turned to face her, bracing myself. “Will you show me your books?” “…Books?” I repeated. “Yes. The ones in your office. I saw the shelf. I want to look at them.” “…Sure. Of course.” Relief hit me so hard it was almost dizzying.

Emma reached for one, but it was still hot, so she broke it into little pieces just to taste it. Phoebe sat down with a heavy sigh. "A few days after I moved in. There was no place to go because of..." She paused, then cleared her throat. "You know?" Emma got the hint. Zoe might be little, but she had a sharp brain for someone almost turning four. "And I needed a hobby, or else I would die of boredom. So, I bought a book and began to try new things. This place is such a breath of fresh air, I won't lie."