Zoey 101 Erin Sanders Novels & Stories

“We found out this morning. Zoey and I. I watched them come out of that car with my own two eyes. I heard them introduce her with these ears. Sandra is actually the same person as Isabella Harrington. She’s the new chairman and the renowned phantom medic. I just messed up. I just..." I palmed my face and let the words trail off. Her neck stiffened and her face froze. She looked like she was becoming dizzy; her legs appeared like they might fall anytime soon; she stumbled and clutched the edge of the bench. "How... how could this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?" I ran a hand through my hair, my mind racing. "Look, I don't know, Mom,” I murmured, not even ready to get started with her yet.

Jonathan was a sensible child, and he would never have pulled a stunt like that. At that thought, the warmth in her eyes slowly cooled. When she looked at Sean again, her expression was calm. "You should leave," she said. "Stay out of the rest of this." Sean hesitated, surprised by how distant Zoey had become. "Zoey—" "Leave." Her patience snapped, and her tone turned icy. In the end, he left reluctantly. Zoey slumped back into her chair. Memories flooded her mind. Seven years ago, I stood out among many excellent candidates. She had personally chosen me as her assistant.

After ordering Zoey, Dylan’s parents left the basement. Zoey stood there alone, with a certain emptiness inside her. The love for Dylan, the hunger for power, the vengeance against his sister, all are bottling up inside her head. She doesn’t know anymore what to do. Without moving an inch, she just stood there for several minutes, while Madison was lying helplessly inside the prison.

Aaron's POV Zoey had been talking for precisely forty-one minutes. I knew, as I'd checked the time the moment Ethan left for work in his fresh suit, hurried kisses, and rushing, all because he'd overslept from the chaos last night. Then came the knock: loud, repetitive, aggressive enough to make my injury throb. I opened the door, and there she was: Zoey, the wedding planner. She was a five–foot–three explosion of color, curls, perfume, and clipboards. Multiple clipboards.

Zoey came, three fingers buried deep inside her pussy. After a few minutes rest, Zoey refocused on the TV screen. There was so much going on that she couldn’t keep up with it all. She actually recognized several of the couples as she continued watching, but the shock of recognition was overpowered by the lust that was flaming inside her. Whenever she got interested in one of the varied sex acts being carried out onscreen, her attention would get diverted by the sound of Dean or Mandy’s voice and her eyes would seek them out. It was clear that they were both actively sought by the other members of the group.

“We need to get to the clinic. Right now.” Lincoln nodded fast. “Yeah, I’ll get the car—” “You bitch!” Elaine’s scream cut through everything. She lunged forward again from the ground, eyes still wild with hate. “Where do you think you’re going?! You won’t leave until I kill you!” Before Elaine could even get close, Zoey moved like lightning. She snapped her leg up and kicked Elaine hard right in the stomach. “Get down, you motherfucker! Do you want to get your head chopped off?!”

With her bag on her back, Zira rushed out of the room fingers furiously tapping against the glass screen of her phone. “You’re still here?” Erin sneered at her from the kitchen while Keiran leaned against the counter. Zira rolled her eyes at her as she continued toward the door. “Guess it was too much to hope you puked to death in the bathroom. Oh well. Good content for my social media pages.” Zira paused with her hand on the door. Tears stung her eyes. She was frustrated and humiliated. All she wanted to do was punch Erin right in her stupid face so she could have matching bruises. Just feeling Keiran’s eyes on her froze her muscles. Unable to turn herself around she swung the door open and

exclaimed Zoey “give it to her. Fuck her ‘til she can’t walk straight. She wants you to give it to her hard and fast. Go on, we both know how much she wants this.” Penelope began to build up to her first cum. She clung on to the sides of the shower and I clung on to her waist. Her breathing suddenly quickened. Short, sharp intakes of breath preceded a series of high pitched squeals of delight. She collapsed into a heap in front of me. Completely spent, she looked up at Zoey and said “OK, you can finish him off” Zoey needed no second invites either. She turned me around and grasped my cock. Yes, she was also incredibly horny. Without any formalities, she lifted her knee to my elbow and stretc

LUNA RAE POV After Zandra told us everything, I was even more pissed off at Zoey Travis and her whole family! They keep being selfish and bully whoever they want by any means to get what they want! "Babe, I believe that we need more drastic punishments for Zoey, her cousin Vex and her father!"

Stowaway Chapter 57 Zoe's point of view. The next morning I finally get to hear Erin's story, and my heart breaks for her. Over the last four years, she has been passed from man to man or master to master, as she says, forced to participate in whatever sick scene they wanted. Yes, Erin was sold as a BDSM sex slave. I know that Jack is the calmest one of the Taylor brothers, and Erin seems to have picked up on this, she doesn't want to leave his side, and he seems content with watching over her. I still notice how she won't look him in the eye, though, or how her eyes always fall to the floor and that she always walks behind him. She's not the same outgoing girl that I went to school with, an