Zoey Hernández Novels & Stories

Half a month ago, Zoey happened to pass by Water Value City and see Sheryn; she thought she was cute and intelligent, but her background was so pitiful that she decided to take her as a disciple and cure her eyes. However, Zoey would need many special herbs and medicine to heal Sheryn. So, she had been everywhere to look for those ingredients. She rushed forward immediately after she had found all the ingredients.

Lina can motivate you to go to hell and make you think it's heaven. “I feel like I am robbing my own dignity,” I muttered. “You lost that at the altar, babe. This is a recovery mission.” I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection. My hair was pulled into a messy knot, and my eyes looked tired in a way sleep couldn’t fix. Zoey Aguilar: former golden girl, former heiress, former bride-to-be. And now? A current joke. “I can’t believe I’m about to hire an escort,” I said.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hope Zoey isn't crazy for being stuck with Zeus :'( See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

Her brown hair was pulled up in a bun, away from her face. "Mate." Zander completed. "Ours." He growled possessively. My eyes widened in shock at the realization. I let my gaze travel from her cute face down her chubby body. She had generous tits that were struggling to be set free from the tank top she was wearing. It was obvious from the way they peeked out at the top, stretching the poor fabric. When she noticed I was ogling her, her wet hands flew to her chest in an attempt to block my view.

Angel said with bright eyes. Anna and Amber bowed slightly at the woman. "Its nice to finally meet you Mrs Zhang" Amber said smiling, she realized Angel saying her mother was pretty was just an understatement! That explained Angel's good looks. Anna nodded at the woman before handing her a drink "Please Mrs Zhang, we're having a celebration today so....no tears" Xi Yao laughed and wiped her face "Yes, yes. okay girls. Let's have fun then" Angel was the first person to start speaking. She didn't stop blabbering about her experiences when training and how she met the girls.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

Sienna. The fucking Omega I couldn’t stop circling like a damn moth to flame. The girl I was supposed to forget. The woman I couldn’t stop wanting. The mother of my child. The woman who I wanted to get rid of. The woman who I knew I wanted nothing to do with and yet couldn't help but find myself wanting to be close to. And tonight… she did something none of us expected. She stopped my mother. No one stops Evelyn Lockwood. No one stood in her face and told her not to do something that she was determined to do.

“And Queen Helena is my mother, Lady Saraphina’s, longtime friend. She is kind. She is loving. How could I let something this cruel befall her?” She reached for my hand. Lifted it high. The cut in my palm burned beneath the kitchen light. “Look,” Zoey said. “The oath carved into my sister’s hand.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “This is my proof.” I almost laughed. Zoey was flawless… every word, every pause, every subtle twist of the story perfectly designed to manipulate. Even I almost believed her. I saw tears glimmering. Heard stifled sobs. Felt the weight of pity and shock radiating from the guards and maids.

As if the person had been waiting for him. It was Zoey, and gone was her usual baggy jean, and long-sleeved top or wool sweater. She was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that barely even got to her knee. A white cropped shirt that showed her cream colored belly, and a cropped hoodie that covered her hair. To fucking crown it all, she had net stockings, and loafers. Fucking net stockings that disappeared into the skirt she was wearing. Were they doing a student-professor role play he wasn’t aware of?