Zoey Ebony Franklin Novels & Stories

“And Queen Helena is my mother, Lady Saraphina’s, longtime friend. She is kind. She is loving. How could I let something this cruel befall her?” She reached for my hand. Lifted it high. The cut in my palm burned beneath the kitchen light. “Look,” Zoey said. “The oath carved into my sister’s hand.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “This is my proof.” I almost laughed. Zoey was flawless… every word, every pause, every subtle twist of the story perfectly designed to manipulate. Even I almost believed her. I saw tears glimmering. Heard stifled sobs. Felt the weight of pity and shock radiating from the guards and maids.

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

she begged, and I sighed and asked her calmly, "Have you found your mate? What happens when you find him?" "I will reject him," she replied swiftly, as if she didn't want to be mated to anyone else except me. Zoey was beautiful, endowed, and curvy. She passed the Luna test, and my mother liked her, but Zion didn't like her. He felt on edge around her, like she was pretending to be nice on the surface, but deep in her heart, she had ulterior motives. You know, like a two-faced person.

Just the girl who once loved me… and now might be the one to end me. “I just came to tell you to stop supporting Thorne,” Zoey said, her voice cold, calculated. “I won’t waste time asking you to warn him. But let him know, I’m coming for Elena. It would be very stupid to fall in love with her.” Her eyes gleamed with something darker than rage. “I killed Luna years ago. And I’ll do it again. Elena dies next.” She delivered the words with such chilling ease it knocked the breath out of me. I didn’t even respond because deep down, I knew she meant it.

But she stopped as she met Brayden’s mother and Leonardo already there. “You have no right to call yourself Acting CEO,” Leonardo snapped the moment he saw her. “That seat belongs to family.” Zoe met his glare head-on. “I am family. More than either of you ever acted like. As Brayden’s first wife, I have every right to protect what’s his.” His mother’s lip curled. “A slave playing wife doesn’t make you one of us. You’re nothing…” The door opened, and Alessia walked in. She smirked at Zoe. “She’s right. You don’t belong in this room, let alone at the head of Gatsby Enterprises.”

Zoey asked aggrievedly, "Burgess, you have refused to date me, but I don’t get the reason. Please tell me, so I can adapt myself to you" "I don’t like the way you introduced a man like Alfred to Oprah. So, don’t act sweet in front of me." Zoey was stunned momentarily and said, "Don't you hate Oprah? I help you to get rid of her by introduced her to a playboy that will make her have a bad life. You should be happy about that, right?"

ley, she could show her everything and explain it better than I could. We had some time to spare before dinner, so I relaxed in my room while Matt talked to the head gamma to discuss threat levels at their pack. When it was time for dinner I took a quick shower and wore a dress shirt and some slacks. I met Finley downstairs. Finley had changed into some black pants and a white blouse and I quickly reminded myself I should mindlinked my mom to thank her later. The outfit fit perfectly, Zoey had even showed Jade how to apply some light make-up which hid the dark circles underneath her eyes. The lawyer that belonged to this pack joined us for dinner too, her name was Raven, she had black hair i

I laid on the bed thinking about my conversation with the not so ‘mysterious woman’ at the party a few weeks ago. “I forgot what it takes to fit into a rich party especially when it's a private one like this.” She added as soon as she mentioned my grandmother. “Excuse me, who are you? And what do you know about my grandmother?” I inquired, raising my eyebrow in questioning. “You mean ‘our’ grandmother.” She retorted and I frowned looking into her eyes even deeper. “I'm Zoey, daughter of Bianca Park, your mother's sister. I'm a pediatrician at Park & Brown's hospital in Freedom, about four hours drive from here.” She flipped her brown curly hair and stared at me with sincerity, while I stood

She held Yasmine's hand and said, "Thank you, Yasmine. I thank you on behalf of Zoey." Yasmine could tell that Leanna genuinely appreciated her. She smiled faintly and said, "So, the Zoey you mentioned is Russell's wife, right? What kind of person is she?" Leanna looked at the red glow on the horizon, reminiscing about Zoey. "She was a beautiful, kind, intelligent, and understanding woman. She was skilled in medicine, known as Dr. Z. When she encountered people who couldn't afford medical treatment, she not only waived the fees but sometimes even provided expensive herbs for free. Of course, she didn't hesitate to charge those who were wealthy. She earned a lot of money, but most of it was d

She’s growing up to be a lovely young lady, though she’s still as shy as ever. Ebony waves shyly. "H-hello... Mom! It’s Sammy!" I grimace at that old nickname. She hangs around Skylar too much—he got it from his mother, who still calls me that like I’m some sort of child. As Zoey walks downstairs, drying her hair, she tilts her head. "Hello there. I assume you need to speak with Hazel? She’s in the kitchen right now. I’m hopeless in there—everything turns into burned mush." She shrugs and walks over to Ebony.