Zoey Grayson Novels & Stories

SELENA’S POV: And then I slowly backed away, swaying my hips as I walked off, turning back to wink at him while he shook his head and laughed, looking at me like I was the only girl in the world. Of course I am. I turned my head slowly, just looking around and soaking everything in, and that’s when I saw Zoey walking in, holding hands with Blake. The two of them looked like they had just stepped out of a love story. Zoey was glowing, really glowing, not from makeup or lights, but from the kind of glow that comes from peace and growth and happiness. She was wearing this soft yellow dress that hugged her body so nicely, and her hair was curled in this way that looked like she didn’t even try t

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”

"I didn't kill him. What did I do wrong? I paid my respects. Now we're even." With that, he turned to leave. But then, the situation took a sudden turn. Zoey sprang to her feet. Before anyone could see where the paring knife came from, she drove it into his chest. "Even? You caused Chase's death, and you think you can just erase it all by saying we're even?" A wild, deranged smile twisted her beautiful features. "You monster! You're the one who should have died. Go to hell!" "You—"

“Lee?” The sound of light footsteps drew closer to me. The door, which had been slightly ajar, pushed open to reveal Zoey—sleepy-eyed, messy bun perched on top of her head, holding a cup that I’d bet my life was filled with coffee. She was addicted, though she’d never admit it. According to her, caffeine kept her “sharp and alive.” I wondered who needed to be that alive at three in the morning. The darkness swallowed everything—except her.

Maya Blackthorn crouched behind the towering philosophy section of Somerset's Green Library, her laptop balanced precariously on her knees. The musty smell of old books surrounded her as she typed furiously, trying to finish her senior thesis on cybersecurity protocols. "Maya, are you seriously hiding back here again?" Her best friend Zoe appeared around the corner, arms crossed and wearing an amused expression. "I'm not hiding as you can see I'm studying." "You're hiding from Gray. He's been looking for you all week." Zoe slid down the wall to sit beside her. "The guy is literally perfect. Valedictorian, headed to G****e after graduation, and he's clearly into you."

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."

As if the person had been waiting for him. It was Zoey, and gone was her usual baggy jean, and long-sleeved top or wool sweater. She was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that barely even got to her knee. A white cropped shirt that showed her cream colored belly, and a cropped hoodie that covered her hair. To fucking crown it all, she had net stockings, and loafers. Fucking net stockings that disappeared into the skirt she was wearing. Were they doing a student-professor role play he wasn’t aware of?

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

She leaned back on her seat and sipped from her glass with a smile on her lips. “You really want to bring me down this badly?” “You can't imagine.” “Well, I'm no longer shocked at whatever shit you do. Considering that all you know how to do is bring people down just like you did with Melissa a year ago. You almost killed her, why? Because you were jealous?” “Noah!” “All I'm saying is the truth and I'm warning you, Genevieve Gray. If you don't stop this, you are going to get burnt in YOUR OWN FIRE.”