Zoey Film Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, how could you pee yourself here? How disgusting!" Not only did Zoey not speak for Yara, but she even tried to distance herself from the latter. "I'm sorry. This is my stepmother. She has cancer." When Yara heard Zoey calling her "stepmother", she looked at the latter in disbelief. She felt like her heart had shattered. When the woman heard Zoey, she looked at her and recognized her. "Aren't you Zoey? The famous dancer?" "That's me." "You sure are kind. Can I get a picture with you?"

then looked at Finley’s bloodstained shirt “did he get you already? Are you okay?” Zoey looked down at her chest “did you just heal me?” I walked over and pointed to Doctor Susan who turned around from hearing Zoey talk. “That is impossible” she said, “how is your wound already closing?” Zoey smiled “I guess it wasn’t that bad after all.” “I still would like you to go see a doctor” Doctor Susan said, surprised by Zoey’s sudden recovery. “I will doctor, thank you so much” Zoey said as she slowly got up. “I am just going to change my clothing real quick and we will head to the hospital” Zoey lied to the woman. Finley quickly tried to enter her room, making sure Doctor Susan didn’t see her and

she reprimanded seeming to break out of her reverie. Damn! That man must have really made an impression on her for Zoey Cooper was not easily impressed. If anything, Zoey was extremely choosy and had never found anyone up to her taste. Well, she did date many guys but no one had been important to her. According to her, they were all useless rich and boring distractions. She never committed. But seeing her flustered face right now, Rhea found her curiosity growing.

Zoey smirked and grabbed the stake from the ground, attempting to stab me again when we heard a gunshot. I looked far away behind Zoey and my eyes caught Rylan holding a gun, smoke emitting from it. I looked back at Zoey and saw that the silver bullet had passed through her chest. She went down on her knees, still struggling to survive. I stared at Zita and she motioned at the stake, signaling to me to go on and stab her. I took the stake that fell off Zoey's grasp and immediately stabbed her heart. Rylan ran up to me and we watched as Zoey's body turned to ashes.

I fucked her until she begged me to stop. “Enough, enough” she whispered “I can’t take any more … do Penelope again. I want to watch.” Penelope stood up and helped Zoey down to the floor. Zoey back off me and slid down the shower wall. She was such a sight. Wet, tossed hair across her face. Pouting lips and panting. Her breasts heaved and her breathing began to slow. She leaned her head back and opened her eyes. And smiled. Yes, that was one very happy little girl!

"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.

"Get out of here Earl. Zoey screamed with a little strength in her. "Oh! Not after achieving my mission here. " He laughed and ran his hand through her hair while she fought her best in removing it. Zoey was about to say something when she felt herself falling down on the cold tiers. "It's real, he's going to take advantage of my innocence, what I've been trying to protect for years, what will Calvin think of me, I'm not going to be a virgin anymore. " Those were her last thoughts before everything was overshadowed by darkness. Her eye blinked severally before it was shut by the cold darkness.

Zoey bowed respectfully and walked over to Cynthia elegantly before grabbing her by the collar and punching her. “Let me go!” “You can’t hit me like that!” “My uncle…” “Not even your uncle can save you.” Zoey smiled slightly. “You signed your death penalty when you bullied our Young Lady.” For all those years, not only had Freya trained Zoey in being an emotionally sensitive person who was skilled in seducing men, but also in combat. Her skills were no match for Ol’ Joe and Blair, but she was one of the best female fighters. Cynthia’s screams echoed through the corridor.

Zoey waited till she was done laughing before returning her attention to the pictures as she continued scrolling. Susanna noticed the veins on her neck, they were trying to come out as she gritted her teeth. "It's upsetting right?" Susanna asked "She's smiling and happy after killing my mother and sister" Zoey glared, squeezing the phone badly till it broke. Susanna chuckled, "We are definitely going to be good friends," . . . THE END.

Zoey threw both hands toward the ceiling. “No. No, you’re adding extra letters! Why are you adding letters?” I dragged a hand over my forehead. “Can you both stop already?” “It’s not hard!” Zoey insisted, jabbing a thumb at her own chest. “ZOEY. Like… like a punch. Fast. No decoration.” Sophie squinted, fighting for her linguistic life. “Zo… Zo… Zoa…” Zoey gasped like she’d been stabbed. “Who is ZOA? Who?!”