Zoey 101 Dustin Novels & Stories

Zoey's POV Matteo Harmon immediately put on a stern face and said, "How can you belittle your daughter like that? Zoey has her strengths too." Daria snorted and said, "What strengths could she possibly have?" "Zoey is kind," Matteo Harmon retorted. "Kind?" Daria laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Eight years ago, when she was only fourteen, she went to bars to smoke and drink, hung out with thugs, and was involved in scandals of promiscuity and abortion."

Even though Erin had no hope still she tried to cheer her up. They walked towards the ground and Hannah spotted Zion with Ron and Nef. They were busy laughing, cursing and punching each other without any worry in the world while she... she was about to lose her mind. Zion saw her coming to the ground. His eyes held her for a while. A girl in simple jeans and a hoodie was drowning in his heart today. In fact she always had. But he trusted his unnecessarily genius brain more. Now, when he did not listen to it today, the world felt totally different.

Alpha Damien spat out with venom in his tone. He continued. “Now clean this place up before I cause you pain!” Ariel obeyed immediately, rushing back to the kitchen with tears in her eyes and her face flaming with embarrassment. Her whole body was soaked through with the soup, and she smelt like mustard and onions. She got a rag and a dustpan and quickly headed back to the dining table. She cleaned and wiped the floor until she was satisfied with its cleanliness before she headed back to the kitchen to wash the rag and the dustpan.

Then she turned to me with her voice cold and indifferent as she ordered, “Just get us 5 breakfast meals, cheap bitch.” After a few minutes I came back with their order and quietly placed it in front of them. I was trying to be as professional as I possibly could be but these people weren’t done trying their cheap tricks on me. Because as soon as I placed drinks in front of them, Lynn, (another friend of Zane's) he picked it up and plopped it on the floor on purpose, making the glass shatter and drink to go everywhere. “Oopsie!” he exclaimed and everyone at the table laughed as if it was the funniest shit ever.

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend

"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.