Zoey From Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

"Thank you for being here." "Always," he murmured. The door pushed open then, and Zoey stepped in. She looked like she had been dragged through a hedge backward—her hair was in a messy top-knot, and she was clutching a lukewarm cup of cafeteria coffee like it was a lifeline. Her eyes darted between me and Elijah, her sharp intuition picking up on the lingering static in the room.

I replied as we both laughed. Dylan arrived during lunch break and Zoe was still with me. "Hey Zoe." Dylan said as he walked around my table to kiss me. "Hey Dylan. How was your weekend?" Zoe asked grinning. Dylan only chuckled."The best." He replied. Zoe joined us during the meal but left when she received a message about an order that just came in at work. "See you soon." She said and left. "What does Zoe do?" Dylan asked as he packed the plates. "She is a fashion designer. Owns her own line." I replied. Dylan nodded.

But, guess not. Zoey takes her attention back to the computer's screen, saying, “Elodie works at Essence Media Corp. I can hack into their system and find Elodie's personal file which should include her phone number” With a few swift taps, Zoey pulls out her phone, working her magic. Soon, she finds Elodie's personal file. Her eyes meet Kendrick's as she dials the number. “It's ringing,” Zoey whispers, the phone pressed to her ear. Suddenly, without warning, the call is cut off from the other line. Zoey's brows furrow in confusion as she pulls the phone from her ear.

Its a really useful thing to have for mates. Zoey is everything and more I could ever ask for in a mate. She is beautiful, funny, charming without knowing it, kind, and radiants an energy off that just makes you want to bow to her feet and do everything in your power to please her......in more way then more. I've never looked at a females body the way I look at her during random times. Yesterday at training she was sweating and I caught myself licking my lips watching the swear run out from under her sports bra down her now toned stomach right to the top of her leggings. To say once I realized what was happening I completely shocked myself would be an understatment. I've never felt an urge t

Snow coated the mass in a thick white layer, but the twisted shapes of ten bodies still showed through the frost. When Zoey came out at last, a faint blush rose to her cheeks the moment she saw him. As a top medical graduate from a prestigious university, she had always carried herself with pride and distance. Men had never gotten close. She had guarded herself for years, saving everything for a future husband or someone she truly loved. Yet she had given it away here in the middle of a frozen apocalypse as the price for survival, to a man she barely knew. She looked at Cyrus, took in his tall frame and sharp, steady face, and felt a quiet sense of safety rise in her chest. Women never forgo

"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.

“Zoe! Aren’t you going home yet?” Yuna Gutierrez, Zoe’s friend, yelled. They were chatting loudly because there were only two of them remained in the office. They prefer to be left out since it is inconvenient for them to take the elevator every time they go home.

Zoey's POV Matteo Harmon immediately put on a stern face and said, "How can you belittle your daughter like that? Zoey has her strengths too." Daria snorted and said, "What strengths could she possibly have?" "Zoey is kind," Matteo Harmon retorted. "Kind?" Daria laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Eight years ago, when she was only fourteen, she went to bars to smoke and drink, hung out with thugs, and was involved in scandals of promiscuity and abortion."

"I don't know anyone by the name of Alice Hills." "What about Rachel? Rachel Palmer? Do you have a friend with that name?" Zoey nodded. "Yeah, she's an old friend of mine. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Do you know her?" "She's my mother!" Instead of being confused, Zoey froze. Her eyes trembled as she wondered what had happened. At that moment, Alice stepped in. Seeing her presence, Zoey sighed in disbelief. "Rachel?" Alice smiled faintly. Her eyes filled with tears. "Hi, Zoey. Long time no see."

I choke out a small reply. The room was dark and the only light was that coming from the slightly parted bathroom door at the end. It was enough to allow me to read Zane's expression at the moment, it told me he wasn't happy at all. "No orgasm for you, London. You have been a bad girl defying daddy's orders," Zane mutters and when I open my mouth to speak, Zane bites my swollen clit. "Ow!" I scream out bucking my pussy into Zane's face.