Zoey Grey Novels & Stories

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

I kept my face blank. " Why, I thought you would miss me?" She said, pouting her little heart-shaped face. She hops off the desk and puts her robe on. She knew I was a sucker for that face. Zoe is beautiful with red curly hair, perfect skin, and silver-grey eyes. She is tall and confident. It's one of the reasons I was going to make her queen if I never found my mate. We both had a mutual understanding about it though. She knew I was looking for my mate.

She is the youngest person working in the Seamus Group of Companies. She is 23 years old and 4 feet, 5 inches tall, of which I say she is short and has a normal, good-looking shape. "And why is it so fishy that both of you can't mind your business here, especially you, Zoey?" Luca ranted out of anger. Of course, he had every right to be angry because this morning Zoey wasn't available, and then he had to do her job as the assistant.

And last was the beautiful Molly with her long black and curly hair, stunning brown eyes, warm umber skin tone and motherly expression. “Where are your things?” Zoey asked, and all four of them looked at me. I grimaced under their stares. “Erm.. about that.” I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I don’t have anything,” I confessed. “Nothing?” Zoey asked. “Nope.” “Dress?” I shook my head. “Make-up?” I shuffled my feet. “Well...” I knew I would have to explain. “When I joined the pack, I joined as omega.”

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?”

If he knows what’s good for him, that’s as far as it will go. “I’m not interested,” she insists, her voice firm. “But you have fun.” Zoey can’t resist the urge to look at me before turning away, and when she does, there’s no missing the pain in her eyes. This isn’t my wolf seeing what he wants to see. It’s clear she’s wounded and insulted. No doubt the fact of it being Haley she witnessed sucking my cock, driving the knife in deeper. “Have a good night,” I bid, smiling. “We’ll be sure to have fun without you.”

"At least I still have the face..." "You, what do you mean? Are you looking for a quarrel?" Arthur said, "I don't want to quarrel. I just hope that you can retreat." "Nurse Grey, tell me, which of us do you prefer?" Her preference? Zoey snorted and said, "Sorry, I am not interested in both of you. Goodbye!" After that, she stood up, glared at the two of them, and left angrily. Dazhi Xu was stunned for a while, then he wiped his cold sweat and chased after her. "Hey! Nurse Grey, don't go, don't go..."

I knew that voice and it was hard to find golddiggers where gold was. It was Zoey. I gave her my best smile, “Zoey….” “River…I guess you made the wrong turn. The thrift store is down the mall.” “River, I found the perfect bag…” Blue came with a black purse which was almost as jaw dropping as the one I wanted. “Ahh, the entire clan of rats are here.” Zoey commented “What do you want, Zoey?” Blue asked her as she glared at her. Zoey smirked, her perfectly manicured fingers brushing over the Chanel display like she owned it. “Oh, nothing. Just making sure the charity cases don’t overstep.”

We are going on the same floor. Gray I am Chris Gray Smith. The CEO of the Smith Enterprise. I am 27 years of age, I am living on my penthouse in Manhattan, New York. My parents died long time ago. I only have a grandfather who lives alone in his mansion. My grandfather gave me the company but he has one condition to fully give me the company. His one condition for me is to have a baby with my own flesh. He wants a grandson or a granddaughter before he dies. But he is still strong, he is far away from dying. Tomorrow I will be having my interview for my personal assistant.

I caught it mid-air, and I took a glance at it. It was a black cropped top with no straps. I raised my brows, holding it up in front of me. “Seriously? This is too revealing.” Eve rolled her eyes and turned back to the closet. “I’m not done yet. Trust the process, Zoey.” I dropped the top on the bed with a suspicious look. “Okay, Eve. I trust the process.” I said as I waited patiently for what she would throw at me next. She grinned as she pulled out a really short leather skirt. “Now this,” she said with a dramatic twirl. “Is the real deal.” She added before throwing it over to me.