Zoey 101 Chase Now Novels & Stories

Okay so Chasing Tara is ending soon and I haven't seen anyone saying that they want a sequel. I have to go now. Please read, vote, comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

Usually, I would spend time contouring my face, but today wasn’t that day. Chloe was halfway through a bowl of cereal while scrolling on her phone when I walked into the kitchen. She looked up at me. “Everyone is obsessed with Zayne, by the way,” she said with a grin. “They keep asking if he’s on TikTok or I***a. I checked, and all his socials are private. Smart kid.” “I’m glad those crazy blogs don’t have anything to feast on.” She added, smiling like a proud aunt. I gave her a small smile and grabbed a granola bar from the counter.

Sighing with relief, I walk over to the phones. Finally some good news. I freeze and my anger steams when I see what filled the phone screen. Zoey. She is tied to a wooden chair looking scared and totally off guard. Her usually bright face is a bit pale and smudged with dirt and grease. Her brown hair is wild on her head and matted in various places with some dried, reddish, sticky looking substance. What the fuck! Is that blood?! When I find this motherfucker I'm gonna decorate his body with bullet holes!

Sophie snapped. The crowd was a cacophony of shocked whispers and flabbergasted stares. “Did you see that?” “Who is that girl?” “She just attacked the Dubois heiress!” Chloe scrambled to her feet, her face flushed with humiliation and rage. “Security!” she screamed. “Someone get security NOW!” But Zoe wasn’t done. Zachary tried to slink backward into the crowd — but Zoe grabbed him by the back of his jacket and hauled him forward again.

"Zoey, why are you here?" "Ah... You're still at home, and that means I managed to catch up, right? Fortunately, fortunately..." Zoey rushed over and panted heavily, "I haven't seen Chloe for a few years. Can we go to pick her up together?" "..."

I heard Rain's voice as I saw them coming down with Amber rushing down the staircase while Rain was coming down with utter most care with Coco in her arms. I made my way to Rain. "Rain I need to talk to you.", I said. "First let me feed Coco. That is also very important.", she said but I told her that Zoe has already fed him. She looked at me questionably as I passed her the letter. She started reading it. At by the time she reached the end her breathing became harsh. "He is in the prison.", Rain argued but I shook my head. "I think he ran.", I stated. I held Rain by her shoulders as I made her sit on the couch.

after all I am fucking Christopher Harris. "Nicole Johnson," she tells with her significant nervousness looking back at her shoes. she walks away from me and leans back at the wall beside the window. I guess she doesn't want to be anywhere near me. but I wouldn't let her run from me. my legs automatically make their way towards her until I am standing right in front of her. I don't know why but I keep both my hands on either side of the wall trapping her in between them. she gasps at my unexpected action. her lips trembling as she fights against the urge to look into my eyes. I place my hand under her chin raising it to meet her gaze. as I look into her deep blue eyes I find myself getting l

Everything was neat and tidy, just as it had been, except for the divorce papers on the bedside table, marked with traces of her tears. He quickly went to the window and looked outside. His brows furrowed deeply as he spotted a Rolls-Royce speeding away. It disappeared so quickly that even the car’s taillights vanished from sight. Just moments ago, she couldn’t bear to leave me, and now she’s gone like a rabbit in flight! Brandon felt as if Amery had played a game on him. Frustrated, he pulled out his phone and called his secretary. "License plate AAM 916. Find out who owns that car!" he ordered.

"How could you be digging through trash?" Her face darkened as her eyes swept over me from head to toe. When her gaze landed on my washed-out jeans, something complicated flickered in her eyes. Andrew leaned in. "Chase, you really know how to play the victim, don't you? Since when do you scavenge for garbage? Or did you know we were shopping here today and decided to put on a show?" Zoey's expression grew even darker. She grabbed me and dragged me away. "Come home with me!" she snapped.

“What exactly do you want me to do for you?” “What? That useless girl made it alive? What then did those lousy boys do?” Easton shouted. He had just received a message of the news released by the paparazzi from his informant. “Grandfather, is there a problem?” Katty asked as she ran into the living room. She heard him shouting and came to find out what the matter was. Grandfather faked a smile to conceal his emotions. “No, everything is fine. I'm okay, no cause for alarm.”