Zoey 101 Chase Girlfriend Novels & Stories

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.

"I don't see how in any way, this will benefit me." Zoey smiled. "Sorry, but this two weeks will be memorable," She held an imaginary microphone near her mouth. "This is Zoey Hart reporting for a love mission, we have only two weeks to make..." She peered at Alec, and said nearly in a whisper. "What's her name?" "Cindy," "To make Cindy fall in love with the world's best Billionaire bachelor Alec Hart, the days will be recorded. Thank you for tuning in," She laughed. "How was that?"

“Let’s begin again.” And under the quiet stars, we stood together— Not who we were. But who we’d become. The End. Thank you for reading Chasing His Ex-Wife Back. New story Alert. Synopsis; In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in.

Aaron asked, answering his phone as he left the restaurant five minutes later. "About to have a surprise visitor," said Cassandra, as she watched Zoey storm down the streets of Paris in 9-inch heel boots. "That didn't take him long, did it?" "You really went all out. No wonder she stormed out." "Isn't that the point of a honey trap?" "She looks like a hooker." "Yeah, a really, really hot one." "Did you at least get something?" "Yeah, talk back at the hotel." Zoey had been walking for about five minutes when she was pulled into an alleyway.

Zoey didn't feel like they were close, but in her mind, they had gotten to that point in the relationship—if what was going on between them could be termed as that. Late at night, while she stripped off her clothes, about to shower, an idea popped in her mind. Spreading her legs wide open, she put her phone camera a few inches away from her thong-clothed pussy, and went on to take a picture of it. She immediately wanted to delete it, but given that she was in her very audacious era, she decided to damn all the consequences to hell, and send the thirst trap to him. Captioning it 'I miss you'.

Zoey responded, getting to her feet and turning to me. She leaned closer, her voice barely audible as she whispered into my left ear, “I have a cunning plan. All I need is to gather twenty Alphas by my side. With promises of marriage or my body after winning the case, I've already secured Alpha Stephen as my seventh Alpha. It appears you've lost this battle before it even begins.” With a smug smirk dancing on her lips, she slowly pulled away. She turned to face Alpha Stephen, beaming widely. “I'll see you at the gathering,” she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving without looking my way.

After all, Caleb doesn’t keep unhealthy snacks around, and he seems way more invested in Melanie eating healthy than she is, and she decided to finally watch the series, XO Kitty because she has been seeing a series of clips on TikTok, and she fell in love with the character, Min Ho because of how his accent is giving a blend of British plus Korean, and she just loves every bit of the movie. She contemplates paying the driver to drive her around town while she continues, but she needs to get the general checkup that she gets done every six months, because of her PCOS, but the last time she was supposed to get it done, she was way more concerned about her pregnancy status that she just skippe

Experts say women should spend more time looking at muscular men. It was hard to argue with that, especially when it was said by real experts. And I wasn't even freeloading. I was helping the guy gain traffic, too. At midnight, my best friend, Bridget Poe, sent me a thirst-trap video from an account named "elaire" and demanded a full review. I tapped the video open. The room was dim, lit by a single mood lamp behind him.

“A charity event? That’s wonderful. I’m so proud you’re finally taking the initiative to—” “Mum,” I cut in before she started planning a mother-son charity announcement in Vogue. Yes, she would. “She’s Damian’s girlfriend. And she’s the school’s queen B–ully. This visit isn’t a charity project. She stalked me here.” Zoey’s smile twitched so fast I almost clapped myself. “I did not stalk you,” she snapped, stepping closer like she wanted to bite my face. “I rang the doorbell like a normal human being; something you clearly don’t understand since you lack manners.”

"D-Don't try to get close to me. And, in case you don't know, I'm a girlfriend to someone else. Don't play around." "Girlfriend?" He gave me a quizzical expression, literally being sarcastic. Oh, wait, what? What made me say girlfriend? I was a girlfriend to nobody! I flared my nostrils, my eyebrows creased in a glare. "I'm not lying." Nope, I was lying. Roy wasn't my boyfriend anymore. "Why would you want to… force yourself on me? This isn't love, idiot! This is lust." "When I saw you that night…" he ignored my warning, only paying attention to what he wanted to explain. "I managed to know your name. And, ever since then, I always stalk you on social media."