Zoe Winters Wikipedia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her vision was turning red. “Help…” she gasped, barely louder than a whisper. Dylan glanced at her once, his expression unreadable, then slammed the door and drove off into the snow. Zoe lay trembling on the ground, tears streaming down her face as the car vanished into the blizzard. And then—everything went black. * In her haze, Zoe began to dream. She was fifteen again. It was the day of her parents’ funeral. The snow was heavy, blanketing the world in white. She had cried so hard in front of their portraits that she nearly passed out.

“Zoe! Aren’t you going home yet?” Yuna Gutierrez, Zoe’s friend, yelled. They were chatting loudly because there were only two of them remained in the office. They prefer to be left out since it is inconvenient for them to take the elevator every time they go home.

The assistant’s voice trembled with barely concealed excitement. For a moment, the gloom on Timothy's face was replaced by stunned surprise. Zoe was practically a legend in the interior design industry. Three years ago, when he had just taken over the family business, he had been awestruck by the sheer brilliance and vitality of Zoe's work. He had personally traveled overseas three times, offering a staggering billion-dollar annual salary plus company shares, all to secure this top interior designer’s collaboration. But at the peak of her fame, she had suddenly announced her retirement.

Amelia’s POV After hearing those horrid things that Zane said about me, I couldn't say a single more word. I returned back to the cafeteria on our seat as humiliation overwhelmed me. My hands were shaking with rage as they turned cold and I was on the verge of crying, but then I saw from the corner of my eyes that Zane was returning to the table so out of contempt I took out the wolfsbane out of my bag, which I kept just in case someone tried to attack me and added in his cup of coffee.

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

"Okay, fine, if you need someone to talk about anything work-related or otherwise, you can count on me to listen without prejudice." Andre seemed lovely; he had deep caring blue eyes that equally shone with intelligence behind a pair of thin lens glasses. However, Zoe wasn't ready to discuss anything with anyone aside from Emily, her best friend. Zoe is a computer genius. She fell right back in love with her job when the team assembled themselves at the lab. Zoe made sure she locked the documents in her drawer and took the key along. As a computer genius, she shared her time between working at an office and a lab. The time the engineers spent in the lab was spent working on small mechanical

She stepped back and measured him. Zoe was one of the most elegant women of the Lykae kingdoms. Her powers were enough for others to be scared of her and put her on a high pedestal, like a goddess of sorts. She enjoyed her authority over others. However her plans were vastly different from what Ludwig had envisioned.

“You’re Ash?” Ash nodded carefully. Zoe flashed a grin. “I’m Zoe. Zoe Romano. I can do splits and eat four donuts without fainting.” Krystal sighed. “Zoe, that’s not how normal people introduce themselves.” “But it’s cool, right?” Zoe turned to her. “Right, Mom?” Krystal hugged her from behind, then looked at me. “Zane, why does your kid look like an intern being forced to give a PowerPoint presentation?” I lifted an eyebrow. “Because he just realized his cousin is your smaller, louder clone.”

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.

The letters K and O. Zoe was unable to resist, despite the subtle nature of the 'attack'. Zoe sneered, then pinched Wolf's hand, seemingly wanting to prevent him from touching her thigh again. Seeking revenge. She wouldn't let Wolf do it again. Wolf looked disappointed but clearly couldn't protest as Howard, now jubilant, had found Zoe's case file. "There you go! Zoe Anderson. Skull injury, abortus... Oh, excuse me." Howard read aloud according to the writing, realizing a bit too late that he mentioned something sensitive.