Zoey Ebony Franklin Novels & Stories

Like an idiot, he kept evidence of himself embezzling her uncle’s assets in his safe. Although Zoey hated this man to the core, she had no choice but to endure it now. Robert glared at her face. Zoey had inherited her mother’s beautiful features. Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and soft. They were so moving and captivating at the same time. If he remembered correctly, she was now suitable for marriage.

I said, turning my head, looking at Grace and Rachel, "But I have never seen Grace so happy before. She was always so so introverted that everyone misjudged her for being mean to others, but the truth is she just doesn't know how to express her feelings to others," Daniel nodded his head as if he knew what I was trying to say. "Even Rachel is so happy, she is someone who always has a smile on her face, making everyone else smile. But deep down she is always so lonely, she too has a hard time expressing herself. But she hides it with a fake smile on her face, to fool others,"

No repeats of this mess again. “Zoey, I'd like you to meet some friends of mine,” Freddie said, bringing me to a small group of people. He pulled his arm away. I'd only been able to hold it as he escorted me. “This is Count Marcus, Lord Fyron, and Duchess Stansberg of Wheaton.” The first two men were within a few years of Freddie and me. One was heavyset and the other thin, but their smiles were polite. “Oh, please call me Sophie,” the young woman replied, holding out her hand. She was perfect. Perfect straight blonde hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect pale pink chiffon dress. Perfect matching pink heels and demure hat.

Let me not waste your time. I think I can at least try be happy here but trouble keeps looking for me. I mean, look how Aunt Kayla's matter has turned out. Then, I got to my new school and the queen bee had it out for me. The queen bitch's name is Kimberly. Guess what? She questioned my identity. Let me not go about telling you how the whole thing happened. That's a story for another day.

She walked in with her mother I assumed. She looked young and shy. Her skin was fair and her lips were pink. Her long blond and brown hair was pulled into a loose bun. Her eyelids fluttered as she only made contact with the ground. Preventing me from seeing the color of her eyes. She wore a simple colored dress and soft pink flats. She was thin and tall with a full set of breasts. She walked in with the wind and caught my attention.

Every person who had been pretending not to watch was now watching openly without shame or hesitation. "She actually thinks she is something because she is carrying that baby," Zoey said, her voice lifting and carrying right across the grounds so that even the people at the back could hear every word. "She is nothing. She has always been nothing. She was an orphan and a slave and all she ever will be is someone who got used and is still too blind and too foolish to understand it yet." The silence that followed her words was so much worse than the laughter had been. Because in that silence there was not one single person who stepped forward.

A tornado in a pastel yellow getup, standing five feet two inches, clutching two iced coffees, three binders thicker than my arm, and a bag full of fabric swatches that were already spilling out. Her eyes landed on me, and she beamed. “ETHAN! My favorite groom number two, I'm Zoey your wedding planner,you look handsome! Did you sleep well? You look well-rested. Love the glow.” Aaron nearly laughed behind me. “Uh—hi. Come in.” She zoomed past me like a drone, nearly knocking down a vase. “This place is FABULOUS! Perfect for brainstorming! So—wedding! Big wedding! High-profile! Two grooms!” She squealed. “I LOVE GAY WEDDINGS. The energy, the drama, the wardrobe—God bless.”

Her face broke into a wide grin as soon as she saw us. Like I said, Brian's wife was a very attractive woman. I wouldn't have been surprised to hear she had been a model at some point. Tall about the same height as Ariana and skinny, she had long, golden blonde hair that ran in ringlets down to her chest. Zoey was wearing a tiny green, strapless dress that showed off her trim body perfectly. Around her neck was a massive bronze necklace, laden with four surprisingly large, differently-shaped chunks of smoky quartz. Zoey clapped her hands excitedly as we came up to the door. "Ooo, I'm so glad you're here!" I felt myself warm with her compliment.

she called. “Oooh, even his name sounds nice” Chloe whispered in a teasing tone. “You are a mother, how childish could you be,” Lincoln said and her smile froze, Caleb walked towards them as their gaze was stuck on him. Chloe tried analysing his features but what caught Lincoln’s attention was the scars on his body, like he was recently attacked. “Hello, nice to meet you all” Caleb had a genuine and sincere smile as he said. “Hello, I am Beta Chloe. Also, Emma’s best friend” Chloe introduced happily, she was so happy for Emma as the rumors about her will finally come to a halt.

Ayomide’s lips twist into a secret, sinister smile as she watches the teachers tremble. Zanele Okafor supposedly died five winter cycles ago in the old laboratory fire, and my own claws were the exact ones who brought Franklin and Sophia straight into the Blackthorne Pack Manor; hence, in the eyes of the entire world, my flesh is the rightful biological mother of the heirs!