Zoey Grayson Novels & Stories

"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.

Unafraid. Not kneeling. Not bowing. Just… observing. One steps forward. A woman. Tall, silver-haired, her presence sharp but measured. She radiates absence—like something important was deliberately removed from her. She inclines her head slightly. “Rory of Midnight.” I don’t like that she knows my name. “You crossed into my territory,” I say evenly. She smiles faintly. “No. We crossed into uncharted territory.” Ethan’s hand brushes mine. Ready.

Her face broke into a wide grin as soon as she saw us. Like I said, Brian's wife was a very attractive woman. I wouldn't have been surprised to hear she had been a model at some point. Tall about the same height as Ariana and skinny, she had long, golden blonde hair that ran in ringlets down to her chest. Zoey was wearing a tiny green, strapless dress that showed off her trim body perfectly. Around her neck was a massive bronze necklace, laden with four surprisingly large, differently-shaped chunks of smoky quartz. Zoey clapped her hands excitedly as we came up to the door. "Ooo, I'm so glad you're here!" I felt myself warm with her compliment.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

Grace opens a photo of her mother which is in a small purse, the one she takes with her every time she leaves the house. There was only a photo of her and Mrs.Launtin, a photo with their young faces. When counting down, both of them were still only seventeen years old.

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

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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

mom said. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and got down. "Tiffy!" I heard a familiar squealing coming from nearby. "Ciara?" I called. "And here comes the dorky stuff," Cole said. I gave Zoey a warm hug. She still had adorable body features, her medium black curly hair, her light skin, and a body to literally die for. "I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed. "You're finally here, now I don't have to worry too much about myself," she said.

Emily scoffed, standing up and walking to her room. * “Sir, I've got her information,” Daniel informed, waking closer to Henry. “Tell me.” Henry requested. “Okay, her name is Zoey James, she is 19 years and an orphan, although she has a brother who she seniors with 2 years. She is an American, graduated from…” “Wait! I need the most important facts about her. I don't need her details, how do I get to her fucking ass? I want to destroy her.” Henry cut off and said.