Zoey Johnson Blackish の小説・ストーリー

My arm stayed raised, seconds away from finishing them. Daniel ran over and knelt beside me. “Boss. Please. You can’t pull the trigger. You will go to prison. Please.” My heart tilted slightly, and I looked at him, my eyes empty. Prison? My lips curled into a slow, frightening smirk. Really? Who in the fucking world could arrest me? I’m Zaydeen Black! I have never shot a man before. I have never killed or had the thought to kill, but I own a licensed gun for protection… but tonight, I would kill all these pigs because they had no right to put their hands on my woman!

From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass. Johann hated the Black Cliff and dreamed to leave it, break out of the mustiness of the eternal fog and head south where it was always warm as in summer, the harvest ripened faster, and the air smelled lavander and peaches. Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

Heads turning one by one. Zoey. She walked in wearing a black gown that clung to her like it was painted on. Dark and elegant. Her hair fell straight down her back and her makeup was dramatic but flawless. She looked like a villain in the best way possible. I felt Damian’s hand tighten slightly around mine. “She came,” Julian murmured. Zoey’s expression was unreadable as she scanned the room. Confident and untouchable. Like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t been missing.

But he refused, insisting it was too soon because she was still healing. I was still texting Jason when the sound of someone clearing their throat made me lift my head, only to find Zoey sitting across from me. I sent Jason a quick text saying something came up and put my phone down before giving her my attention. She crossed one leg over the other elegantly. “You know, the first time I saw you, I knew you looked familiar. Now I know why. You’re Sophia Black.” Her lips curved faintly. “Tell me, what exactly were you thinking? Sleeping with Adrian despite your family history? Is loyalty missing from your DNA?”

he arches a brow, and for a moment, the noises around us fade, as does the reality that we’re surrounded by over a hundred people. For just a second, it’s just Az and I, and it feels nice. Where his palm rests against my back feels hot, but I don’t even get the chance to offer a retort when someone calls out, “I don’t care what happens between the two of you,” Johanna shouts, “She’s a member of Blackwood.” “She’s mine,” Az snarls, eyes swirling with a hint of vibrant green. The possessiveness sends a zing of pleasure down my spine.

ZOEY One could start with the silence,the tension slowly building in the filtered air,the maid rooted on a corner about the sofas, or the Manager seated,perhaps the Personal Assistant,or the pink sweatshirt with a hoodie Zoey wore on her black joggers which stood amidst the blackness and other secondary colours in the parlour. One could even start with the anxiety blooming in Zoey's eyes,the disappointment written all over Antonio's face,the look uncertainties plastered on Trisha's,the stern face of the maid. One could yet again start with the bombshell.

The others settle on the couch, watching her eat with relief and concern etched into their faces. Anders breaks the silence gently. “How do you feel now?” She shrugs, nodding with her mouth full. But I need more than that. I lean closer, my voice careful. “If you’re up for it, we’d like to talk about what happened.” Her body stiffens. “We just want to get to the bottom of it,” Anders adds quickly. “Anything you remember could help.” Zoey stays quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, she lifts her head. “I was at the river. Just finished talking with Anders. Then I felt this pain. Unbearable. Like fire tearing through me. And then… everything went black.”

a cold, haughty voice sneered from across the wide table. Elodia Blackwood sat with statuesque, runway-fresh posture, her immaculately sleek blonde bob perfectly framed by her high-end designer diamonds. Her calculating grey eyes had been fixed entirely on Zariel’s left hand since the luncheon began, her face a mask of classist disgust and bitter resentment.