Zoey 101 Characters Novels & Stories

"Thank you for being here." "Always," he murmured. The door pushed open then, and Zoey stepped in. She looked like she had been dragged through a hedge backward—her hair was in a messy top-knot, and she was clutching a lukewarm cup of cafeteria coffee like it was a lifeline. Her eyes darted between me and Elijah, her sharp intuition picking up on the lingering static in the room.

Just shut up and allow me to figure all this out I'm tired of all this already* "What is there to figure out? It's all right in front of you can't you see it" "What are you talking about? I'm saying I want to figure out how I can go back into that classroom without being looked at weirdly and check if none of what happened is on camera" "Oh really then best of luck" Zoe said Her name is Chloe and she has been like this since when she was 10. She got to meet Zoe a few days after her 10th birthday at the orphanage. It was weird and creepy realizing there is someone inside her, someone who can get into character anytime she wants, and the worst of it all she sees things.

Zoey explains, and she chokes on her spit. "Huh!" Her eyes widen in shock and her mouth wide open in shock. "The latter must be the case. The female character is in love with the male character," Zoey further explains, and her hand flies to cover her mouth, as her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Could this be true? Is she in love with Damien? How's that even possible?

Fernando suddenly asked, "What kind of person is your Madam, Larissa?" He wanted to know if the malicious and deceitful woman Nayla spoke of was really as she described. Before Max could answer, Zoey held her head high and proudly declared, "My mommy is the best person in the world! She's the prettiest, the kindest, and the most amazing doctor! When I grow up, I want to be just like her… well, maybe not exactly. I'll never be as good as mommy." As she said the last sentence, Zoey furrowed her little brows, sounding pitiful.

I ask her, in a low and composed tone and I watch as she slowly clears her throat. “Can you spare me a minute, please? I’m Zoey and I want to talk to you. Please.” she says and I squint my eyes at her. I know her. She is the Zoey. The one that is always clingy around Vaughn. The one that keeps texting him and sending silly messages. The one that I badly want to kill and what does she want to say to me?

~ -Characters- *Princess Zoey* - She's an 18-year-old Omega with golden hair and a love for nature. One thing about her, she dislikes the fact that she cannot rule her kingdom one day and dislikes how she has to get married to an alpha that will take over as the ruler of both kingdoms. *Prince Patrick* - He's a 24-year-old Alpha with hazel hair and eyes and a love for sword art. He's the Prince chosen by Princess Zoey's parents to link the two kingdoms in the future. And he likes the idea of an arranged marriage between the two kingdoms.

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

ZOEY One could start with the silence,the tension slowly building in the filtered air,the maid rooted on a corner about the sofas, or the Manager seated,perhaps the Personal Assistant,or the pink sweatshirt with a hoodie Zoey wore on her black joggers which stood amidst the blackness and other secondary colours in the parlour. One could even start with the anxiety blooming in Zoey's eyes,the disappointment written all over Antonio's face,the look uncertainties plastered on Trisha's,the stern face of the maid. One could yet again start with the bombshell.

As if the person had been waiting for him. It was Zoey, and gone was her usual baggy jean, and long-sleeved top or wool sweater. She was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that barely even got to her knee. A white cropped shirt that showed her cream colored belly, and a cropped hoodie that covered her hair. To fucking crown it all, she had net stockings, and loafers. Fucking net stockings that disappeared into the skirt she was wearing. Were they doing a student-professor role play he wasn’t aware of?

She glanced around the room, noting that Zayn and Zion were still asleep, but Zoey was sitting on her bed, wide-eyed and quiet. “Hey honey,” Kiara whispered as she hurried over to Zoey’s side. “What’s wrong?” Zoey turned with a sweet smile lightened up on her face. “Mummy,” she whispered, her voice sleepy and soft. Kiara wrapped her arms around Zoey and pulled her into her embrace.