Zoey Grayson Novels & Stories

We had each other and that is what it meant when two people decided they would fight together. Zoey is the main character, she’s just a pup, and she begins to glow with her eyes turning a deep blue. She was panting slightly and sat up, lifting her hands to call into being the magic that ran through her body. I could sense the primal energy rising within her to combat the evil, I could hear probing at us for weakness.

Katherine, no, Zoey stood tall in the center, unflinching, and behind her… thousands of armed soldiers in sleek black gear, all positioned like a private militia straight out of hell. The caption beneath the image read: “Zoey has the full ability to destroy Thorne. With just a snap, she could summon her elite force. The Obsidian Sons. Thorne would beg for mercy. Why do you think she hasn’t done it yet? I’m sure you’re thinking what I’m thinking. Her feelings for Thorne are still intact. If he ever finds out about this pathetic weakness of hers, you’ll be next. And how sure are you that they haven’t already started conspiring behind your back?”

Heads turning one by one. Zoey. She walked in wearing a black gown that clung to her like it was painted on. Dark and elegant. Her hair fell straight down her back and her makeup was dramatic but flawless. She looked like a villain in the best way possible. I felt Damian’s hand tighten slightly around mine. “She came,” Julian murmured. Zoey’s expression was unreadable as she scanned the room. Confident and untouchable. Like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t been missing.

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

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

“Look, I’m taking precautions. Ronald is setting up a trap. If someone is creeping around our training grounds, I’ll know by tonight.” Zoey shook her head, a frustrated growl in her throat. “I don’t like this, Graham. Charlie has too many secrets and too many excuses.” My hands came up to steady her shoulders. “I know. I’m watching her, Zoey. I’m not letting my guard down.” Her jaw tightened. “She nearly helped Kelvin burn this place to the ground, Graham. She’s not like the others, she knows how to manipulate, how to twist things to look helpless.”

Zac shifts me in his lap, looking towards Violet. Crossing a long slender leather legging-clad leg over Graysons, "Alpha, respectively, now is not the time for shop talk. I am here for a weekend with my mate and to celebrate that beautiful little cherub you and yours managed to create!" Her icy blue eyes sparkled as she talked. Grayson chuckles, draping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him, and kissing her temple.

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.”

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend

Zoey. She was standing just outside the gate, her dark hair pinned back, strands falling over her face. Her skin was a little paler, a little thinner, but her eyes… those were the same. Full of quiet fire. She was behind Kael, That bastard! i knew he was hiding something. She was cradling something—no, someone. A child. A little boy. His head was resting against her shoulder, one arm looped around her neck in a sleepy clutch.