Zoey 101 Characters Novels & Stories

then looked at Finley’s bloodstained shirt “did he get you already? Are you okay?” Zoey looked down at her chest “did you just heal me?” I walked over and pointed to Doctor Susan who turned around from hearing Zoey talk. “That is impossible” she said, “how is your wound already closing?” Zoey smiled “I guess it wasn’t that bad after all.” “I still would like you to go see a doctor” Doctor Susan said, surprised by Zoey’s sudden recovery. “I will doctor, thank you so much” Zoey said as she slowly got up. “I am just going to change my clothing real quick and we will head to the hospital” Zoey lied to the woman. Finley quickly tried to enter her room, making sure Doctor Susan didn’t see her and

“Alpha Kie—” A blast of energy surges from her body—but I’m not thrown across the room this time. I’m pulled into a vision. Smoke. Rubble. Screams. People running in every direction. And at the center of the chaos… a child. Zoey. Her white hair is in pigtails, her face smudged with soot. Tears stream down her cheeks—but her eyes hold no fear. Only fire. A voice rumbles through my bones. “It’s time, Kieran. You have to help her.”

"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.

She asked. Before she could think of the rest, darkness blinded her. And the next morning, she was awake with a huge headache. -------------------------------------------------------- Zoe's POV : "Aargh… holy Christ… I am not going to drink that shit ever again…!!" I exclaimed and opened my eyes to see a different place.

She was actually trembling in fear. "I-I know I made a mistake, Neil," she stammered in apology. "I should've introduced Michael to you sooner. You wouldn't be getting jealous if I did, right?" When I didn't respond, Zoey hugged me and continued, "Neil, Michael and I just grew up together. We're childhood friends. We even bathed together when we were kids. It's not strange that he knows my secrets." I mercilessly shoved Zoey away and reached out to yank open her collar. She let out a shriek. "Neil! Have you lost your mind?"

I fucked her until she begged me to stop. “Enough, enough” she whispered “I can’t take any more … do Penelope again. I want to watch.” Penelope stood up and helped Zoey down to the floor. Zoey back off me and slid down the shower wall. She was such a sight. Wet, tossed hair across her face. Pouting lips and panting. Her breasts heaved and her breathing began to slow. She leaned her head back and opened her eyes. And smiled. Yes, that was one very happy little girl!

Zara's voice was faint. “Because this moment, which I keep dreaming about, has finally come to pass.” He shifted closer and he withdrew his hand. His thighs spread further and the protruding member in his pants pressed against her exposed vulva. “Because I get to be the first to touch you, feel you, and hold you.” After he planted a brief kiss on her navel button, Zara asked, “How do you know you are the first to touch me?” Zoey took one of her legs, held it straight in the air, and while he maintained eye contact with the girl, he replied, “You make it obvious. And,” he kissed her ankle, “I can read your mind.”

Evangeline said, her eyes narrowed, and she smiled with some pain inside. Victoria stood frozen, her eyes widened with disbelief, her heart rose against her ribs. What in the actual hell is happening? Aaron stared at Evangeline and Nate, his face a mask of shock and fury. Even though you're being naive, Zoey is not a good person; she has another personality, which she has never shown in front of us, he thought.

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car

She didn’t want to see him right now, though, that was for sure. “What number is this guy? The one you like?” Zoey asked as she turned the car off. “We’ll have to check him out.” She’d filled them in on the situation while they were getting her ready. “He’s number 24,” she said. “And the guy who likes you?” Michael. She’d told them about him, too. “He’s number ten.” “And your hot brother?” Dee Dee asked, giggling. “Gross,” Zoey said, though she was also giggling. She knew Shane well enough to have a similar opinion about him as Beth.