Zoey 101 Room Novels & Stories

Mrs White said and gave me a sweet smile before leaving. I took Zoey into the room and shut the door behind me. I took in the appearance of her room. There were books littered all around with broken bottles and mirror. The place was a mess. "What happened?"I asked and pulled her away from me as we got to the bed. We sat down and i took in her appearance. She had puffy eyes from crying,her hair was a mess and she looked like something from a horror movie. She had black eye bag which were a result from both her smudged mascara and lack of sleep.

Anyways, Zoey asked me to get her something to drink while she mingled. I grabbed a red plastic cup with a mystery juice, but I could smell the vodka in it, so I set out to find Zoey. I walked passed the group of people dancing and headed down a hallway. There were about 5 rooms down this hallway and all but one of them were locked. I made my way towards that room. I knew that Zoey was inside by her sickly-sweet perfume. I was about to enter the room when she spoke, causing me to freeze!

She smiles at us and hands me a key card. “Room 15 is available. You have it for three hours,” she says. “Have fun, girls.” We make our way down the hallway, checking the room numbers until we find ours. I slide the key card and push open the door. The room is perfect, not too big, not too small, with a comfortable couch, a big screen TV, and two microphones sitting on the table. “This is amazing!” Zoey squeals, immediately running over to grab one of the microphones. “I’m going first!”

"You who twisted an interrogation, blackmailed Alpha Hillary, and had him release Zachary, your son. Would you really let me take Zoey if I had asked nicely?" I stopped at a door. Turning to him, he was starting to pit out, terrifyingly glancing at the door. "I didn't think so." With that, I forced the door open and went in. He hurried in behind me. It was a female's room, judging from the decor. Zoey's pictures were hung on the wall, with shiny decors. A typical barbie-like room. "Zoey?" Gamma Micah's voice quivered as he hurried to a figure lying on the floor.

“Her face is disfigured, so she doesn’t like light, mirrors, or seeing people.” “Her hobby is making me stand in front of her so that she can stare at my face.” Sally’s hands curled into fists. The way Zoey narrated that scene… was horrible. They made their way through the living room and headed upstairs. Zoey’s room was at the corner of the second floor. “Zoey.” An old, hoarse voice belonging to a middle-aged man rang out.

Right now, Zeus opened the door slowly, and he didn't find anyone in this room. But one second later, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Zoey rubbed the soles of her feet with the cloth on the floor, while lowering her head down. Then she lifted her head, and she found Zeus in her room. While Zeus stared at her with an inexplicable look. "Aaaaaaaa!" Zoey immediately covered her lower body with the jeans in her hands, because she realized that at this time she was only wearing underwear. Then Zoey immediately turned back, and she went back into the bathroom. But when Zoey was about to close the door, suddenly the door was held by someone. And her hand was pulled tightly by that person,

It was soothing, and Zoey liked that. She took a brief moment to study the interior design of the room, the waiting room was faintly dark with stripes of white, the waiting chair was arranged it way it seemed like a courtroom, a type of feeling cuddled her, a warm dark fuzzy feeling, it calmed her down, soothed her shoulders.

She tapped on Laurence's chat to send a message. She typed, "Your room number." He replied right away, "The room opposite yours." Zoey was speechless.

Zoey smiled. "Of course." She said opening the door and allowing him inside. Xolvion smiled and walked through the door, seeing a set of stairs leading up. Zoey closed the door behind them and walked up the stairs, allowing Xolvion to follow her until they came to her apartment door. "This is mine." She said as she opened the door, letting him inside. It was a simple set-up. A one-bedroom apartment with a small fireplace, a small kitchen and one double bed at the end of the room.

When they got to a door, she noticed a sticker that read Zoe’s Room. Zoe opened it, and Emma’s mouth fell open at the sight. The walls were painted in soft baby pink, decorated with more colors to match Zoe’s taste. Emma wondered how long Ezra had been planning this. The paint didn’t even smell fresh. The bed was not a toddler bed; its headboard was shaped like a crown. Plush toys lined the sheets, and a small fish tank sat safely on a far table. “It’s really big,” Emma said, smiling. “He really put effort into impressing you. Do you like it?”