Zoe Tang Novels & Stories

“Two weeks is generous. Keep pushing and I might make it a month.” The ride to the Grand Ballroom was silent except for the low hum of the town car’s engine. Cassian scrolled through his phone, jaw tight. Elena watched the city lights blur past, nerves twisting tighter with every block. When they arrived, cameras flashed like lightning. Cassian stepped out first, then offered his hand. She took it, and the moment their fingers intertwined, the performance began. “Mr. Hale! Is it true about you and your stepsister?” a reporter shouted.

Not anymore. Zoe sighed, pushing aside the thoughts that threatened to linger. She had a job—a real one. She wasn’t just Adonis Walter’s contract wife. She was Zoe Powers, a five-star therapist. Reaching for her phone, she decided that if this so-called honeymoon was already a disaster, she might as well get back to work. She scrolled through her messages, checking for new clients. Most were familiar—high-profile names she had worked with before or new referrals. But one stood out.

Jolene smiled warmly at Callie. “Thank you! It really is.” Kyle nodded to someone and stepped to the side as another woman walked in. “Jolene!” She practically ran to her and they hugged each other. “I was so hoping you would be here!” “Great, another one.” Cara muttered. “I’m surprised you’re still alive.” The new girl rolled her eyes at Cara. “Not winning any popularity contest when all you do is to be on your knees.” She turned and looked at me. She was much shorter, but was still gorgeous. Shorter brown hair curled around her face. She wore a spaghetti strapped romper with five-inch heels. She wasn’t as muscular, but very toned. “Hello! My name is Zoey. Alpha Leo’s mate. We are a little

She barely knew anyone, who could come looking for her? She followed behind Mia as they entered the parlor where a beautiful young woman sat cross legged, looking both elegant and charming. Zee frowned on seeing the person. She couldn't recall being familiar with the face. "Hello, you must be Ms. Zee Ling?" She asked. Zee nodded skeptically. The woman smiled beautifully. "I am Tang Min, personal shopper to the Quin family and on the orders of Young Master Darien Quin, I'm here to take you shopping."

ZACK’S POV The hug didn’t even last a minute as the second Lee saw Caroline in my arms, he began to bark his heart out at us. “What’s wrong with you buddy?” Zoe bend down to calm him down. Zoe’s one touch was all it took to make Lee shut up from the bark. We all were left blank seeing how with a single move Zoe was able to conquer Lee’s heart. It took me goddamn months to make him fall for me while Zoe succeeded even without trying!!!!

She felt like using her teeth but unless she had him held tight, that wouldn't work. She groaned as her zombie body became restless. But she had to control it. The only thing this zombie body wanted, was killing. Attacking Mr. Wong carelessly could be fatal if she didn't die. Two of Mr. Wong's fingers nearly poke her eyes before she quickly swerved her head. He attacked her straightaway with the side of his hand. She had to bend and let the hand swept past behind her head. Bending down, Mr. Wong knee was directly available to her knee. She fell back flat. That was too fast and awesome. She didn't even notice his moves until they were about landing on her body.

You think so? "Wait, Agoncillo, Aae Ocala Huang is the transferee, right? Wow, he ranks next to Zack, and tops Religious Studies." Wait. Aae ranked next to Zack, so it means he'd beaten Caroline, and the rank adjusted if he'd beaten Caroline. "Uhm, hi." I approached them. "Would you mind if I check too?" The girls stopped talking. They looked at me. The curly girl adjusted her vest while the short girl next to her instantly recognized me. "You're Zee, right?" She gasped.

mom said. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and got down. "Tiffy!" I heard a familiar squealing coming from nearby. "Ciara?" I called. "And here comes the dorky stuff," Cole said. I gave Zoey a warm hug. She still had adorable body features, her medium black curly hair, her light skin, and a body to literally die for. "I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed. "You're finally here, now I don't have to worry too much about myself," she said.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Zoe walked towards the table and all Dale could do was a prayer of safety and a power of invisibility but nevertheless she was determined not to go down without a fight. Dale sensed objects dropping above her. First a steel sound, and then a slammed paper and a heavy sound of a shotgun. She thought correctly. She then looked deeper at her fair laps decorated in tattoo pictures of dragons, the infinity sign and a big illustration of Lady Zoe and her toes with fixed nails painted red.