Zoey Grey Novels & Stories

"I was helping Greyson find his glasses!" I still remember the way my heart swelled when I realised she knew my name. Zoe Smithson, the cutest girl in school. The girl everyone wanted to be friends with, even the boys, knew my name. Back then we still thought girls had cooties but not Zoe, Zoe didn't have cooties. Zoe wasn't like other girls. Zoe spoke to boys, she liked climbing and building blocks and computer games. That was the last time she spoke to me until we were fifteen and we bumped into each other at the mall with our moms and she waved and said "hi, Greyson. You shopping for new school stuff too? Target has a massive sale!"

ZAYDEN The moment I walked out of the building, I noticed a familiar silhouette dressed in a white mini skirt, silver high-heeled boots, and an off-shoulder top. Her well-manicured fingers were tapping against the phone she was gripping in her left hand. One look at her, and I already knew who it was. “Zoe.” She turned around. Her wavy black hair was styled to perfection, framing a face that could easily command attention in a crowded room. Her eyes shone like the most perfect sapphires, threaded with delicate veins of silver.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

Her heart filled with an even stronger loathing for Selena and Joey. Joey was delighted to see that Zachary had eaten the fruit she had offered him. She asked in a more relaxed tone, "Mr. Gray, would you like another bottle of soda?" He glanced at her before nodding slightly. The ambiguous look in his eyes was captured on the live broadcast. The viewers, who had initially found the tea party boring, were now captivated by the way Zachary looked at Joey. One commented, "Is it just my imagination, or is Zachary Gray looking at Chloe's assistant in a way that suggests some sort of romance?"

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.

', I repeated over and over again in my head, but that all changed as I walked into my office and I tried to keep my composure. My gaze fell on the girl who was in my office, her hair was put up in an untidy ponytail and she wore a grey silk top with black high-waist pants and black pumps. Zoey wore a thin gold chain that seemed to have a ring on it and she wore a brown watch. Zoey turned back swiftly and I came face to face with the same gaze that met mine the other day. "Good morning Mr. Griffin. Everything is sorted out.", Zoey stated plainly.

It was quite intimidating Zoey. "I'm Zoey Lavigne. I'm Dionysus Chevalier's secretary. I'm here to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Chevalier regarding the cremation of Mr. Hermes Chevalier." Zoey could feel her heart beating like she was going to faint because she doesn't know what to expect by meeting Dionysus' parents. But, upon remembering the possible heartbreak Dionysus would feel if ever his grandfather would be cremated before he could even see him for one last time, Zoey braved herself more. "I can do this. I'm an aries."

“Your mother… she fought for us, even when she shouldn’t have. I won’t let the daughter she gave her life to protect be taken down by shadows again. She kept Damon safe, she saved Evelyn. She would have tried to jump through. She wasn't able to. The building collapsed before any of us could approach. I couldn't even go inside to save my woman, to save my son himself. And had it not been for your mother, I wouldn't have been able to see them. I wouldn't have been able to live. They would have died in that building. Giovanni started the fire. He wanted to end them. He wanted to break me using them. Your mother was the hero that we needed at that moment. Little did I know was that she wouldn't

Brayden pulled me into the room like a prize animal, curious eyes followed eyes, whispers spreading. “Who’s the new one?” “She’s stunning.” “He bought her at the auction last night, didn’t he?” My stomach turned. Shame filling my body. He stopped in the center, tugging the leash until I dropped to my knees. The floor was cold and every face was on me. “This,” Brayden said clearly,“is Zoe. She belongs to me. You will not touch her. You will not speak to her. But you will watch as I teach her obedience.”

"Ma'am, how could you pee yourself here? How disgusting!" Not only did Zoey not speak for Yara, but she even tried to distance herself from the latter. "I'm sorry. This is my stepmother. She has cancer." When Yara heard Zoey calling her "stepmother", she looked at the latter in disbelief. She felt like her heart had shattered. When the woman heard Zoey, she looked at her and recognized her. "Aren't you Zoey? The famous dancer?" "That's me." "You sure are kind. Can I get a picture with you?"