Zoe Tang Novels & Stories

“Wow. You’re… flexible, Zoe.” “Papa says I’m elastic because my mama’s Latina,” she said proudly, still in her split. “I wanna be a dancer or a president. But maybe dancer first ’cause I like glitter.” I looked at Zane, fighting a smile. “Of course. Another Romano.” He shrugged, pretending innocence. “We’re a passionate bunch.” “ZOE! ARE YOU PUTTING GLITTER ON YOUR PANCAKE AGAIN?!” Krystal’s voice yelled from somewhere off-screen.

Not just that, her resemblance to a barbie doll was almost flawless. “We all know he can never do that, she plays a big role in his source of income,” Zoe barked, arms crossed above her chest as she glared at the bamboo who seemed to find pleasure in annoying others. Zoe was very much devoted to her source of daily bread. She had shoulder length coal-black hair, a pair of emerald green eyes, a narrow nose, and plumped lips that made up her exquisite facial features.

Amelia’s POV “Hey,” Zane yelled loudly and I took off my ear pods that I was wearing and looked at him. He was looking hot as fuck in his black denim and blue shirt. His hair slightly tousled and I fought the urge to run my hair through them. “Oh, Hi!” I breathed out with a smitten smile. “I just wanted to know if you’d be free today?” he asked and my breath caught up. “What for?” I asked, carefully. “Well, we haven’t completed the assignment that Mrs. Gomez gave us,” he reminded me.

I replied as we both laughed. Dylan arrived during lunch break and Zoe was still with me. "Hey Zoe." Dylan said as he walked around my table to kiss me. "Hey Dylan. How was your weekend?" Zoe asked grinning. Dylan only chuckled."The best." He replied. Zoe joined us during the meal but left when she received a message about an order that just came in at work. "See you soon." She said and left. "What does Zoe do?" Dylan asked as he packed the plates. "She is a fashion designer. Owns her own line." I replied. Dylan nodded.

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

Tang Shi become a doctor in Elina's hospital as one of the youngest doctor with five percent shares. Tang Li grown up become a pretty and beautiful young woman. Those who doesn't know her age thought she's already in her eighteen . She's already 175 cm while Moo Shang now grown to 192 cm tall . She's also become the tallest junior high school basketball team members with Luo Jing and Hu Ling .

I went back inside and asked Jian to head out with me. We got a private room and I went to the toilet. As I was heading back to the private room, a familiar face caught my eye—Nan. He was walking toward me with a polished, professional woman by his side. "Zelda Liamson," he called with a grin, his voice brimming with excitement. "Meet Zhang, a talent agent. You’re going to want to talk to her." I recognized her immediately—she’d once slipped me her card on set. "Sister," he continued, gesturing between us, "this is Noelle. But you might know her as Zelda Liamson."

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.

She scrutinized my body with her penetrating gaze. "Put your hands on the wall," she ordered. I promptly turned, placing my hands against the wall. I felt her gloved hands trailing along my back, exploring my body, before eventually settling on my buttocks. She grasped and manipulated them, then abruptly inserted a finger into my vagina, twisting it. "What's your name?" she inquired. "Z-Zelda," I stuttered, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. "Your name is Zoe here, to conceal your identity. Not only that, but your role is to dance for the clients. They are strictly forbidden from touching you," she explained.

“Mr. Omidyar! A real smile, please. I don’t remember you so frigid your first round. Miss Rodriguez, you look pissed. This isn't a boxing match.” They made the readjustments, and she went back to clicking away behind the camera. “So, what's her name?” Amelia continued, her warm breath tickling his chest. “Drop. It,” he warned. “Or what?” she scoffed. “How long did you two date before she dumped your--” Amelia's breath hitched as Zaki grabbed her ass. The suddenness and intimacy of the gesture sent chills over her bare arms, and she was momentarily speechless.