Zoey Grey Novels & Stories

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

DARCY The second her voice cracked, I knew I fucked up. "You had a baby?" Zoey Vandemere stood in the doorway like she'd walked into a nightmare. Tall, athletic, hair pulled into one of her characteristic, effortless high puffs that framed her sharp cheekbones. She was wearing black joggers, a grey cropped hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. Like always, she smelled rich, like vanilla bean and something warm, something expensive, and undeniably Zoey.

Clark grumbled, making both Claire and the King laugh. MEANWHILE, on the other side of the palace, a child in a pink cloak stopped at the front gates. “Hey, little kid, you’re not allowed to enter the palace. Go home,” a guard said. The child lowered her hood, and the guards gasped at the sight of her striking gray eyes. “I’m here for my mother. I’m Zoey Gray, daughter of Princess Claire Fuentes,” Zoey declared firmly. The guards immediately bowed and opened the gates.

A tornado in a pastel yellow getup, standing five feet two inches, clutching two iced coffees, three binders thicker than my arm, and a bag full of fabric swatches that were already spilling out. Her eyes landed on me, and she beamed. “ETHAN! My favorite groom number two, I'm Zoey your wedding planner,you look handsome! Did you sleep well? You look well-rested. Love the glow.” Aaron nearly laughed behind me. “Uh—hi. Come in.” She zoomed past me like a drone, nearly knocking down a vase. “This place is FABULOUS! Perfect for brainstorming! So—wedding! Big wedding! High-profile! Two grooms!” She squealed. “I LOVE GAY WEDDINGS. The energy, the drama, the wardrobe—God bless.”

“Why did you come to me?” “You called on me, Annie,” Kael said, taking a step forward. His scent filled my nostrils. Immediately, I felt my nerves calm and my passions stirred. “Your power awoke when your old pack threw you out. Your power is an unusual one. A strong power that only bursts forth in a thick spark. I sensed the presence of your power from my own territory. I could find your power out through its scent." “My power?” I laughed, but it was an empty sound. “I have no power,” I continued. “I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket, straightened my jacket as if that could restore anything, and turned toward the correct restroom this time, checking the sign twice before entering, unwilling to risk making the same mistake in a building already far too bright for comfort. ZOEY Everything feels grey lately. Not sad blue. Not dramatic black. Just grey. Like someone turned the saturation down on my whole life and forgot to turn it back up. I still hear it sometimes. The gunshot. It doesn’t come with warning. It just cracks inside my head when someone slams a locker too hard or when a car backfires outside or when some idiot says my dad’s name too loudly in the hallway. Bang. And I’m ri

I line my cock up at her entrance before easing myself inside, Zoe gasps underneath me as push myself fully inside. "Mmmm you feel so good." She moans as her pussy grips me tight. "Fuck your so tight baby." I whisper as I start a rhythm, she matches my every thrust before she pulls me under her as she rides my length with a wild desperation I watch her face as she reaches her orgasm looking at her with her head thrown back her mouth in that perfect O as her walls shudder around my cock, milking me dry as I empty my soul into her. "Fuck Zoe"

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

He said, “Uncle Sebastian has never been late for a meeting or any occasion unless something sudden happened. He always comes in time whenever it involves work for the family.” As they were walking down, Kyle who was in front of the group saw two cars parked alongside Grey’s new car, the Chevrolet Camaro that was from the year 1968. The two cars were Rolls Royce Phantom and about three guards around the place. “Look there are cars at the entrance-” “Let’s hurry up,” Grey said as he quickly went down the hill. “Oh fuck.” Kyle who was the person in front accidentally tripped on a large root that was sticking on the ground. He wasn’t bruised or anything, he was just feeling the pain on his knee

Hazel and Gabz were confused. "Zoey? Who the fuck is Zoey?" Gabz wanted to know, and so did Hazel. "Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned her." Cleo became nervous, she wanted to kick herself for letting Zoey's name slip. "Spill it, Cleo," Gabz said "Cleo, who is Zoey? And tell me the truth." Hazel didn't want to use her Luna tone, but she did. Cleo let out an exasperated breath, "Zander's sister."