Zoey Johnson Blackish の小説・ストーリー

Abigail blinked her eyes and said, "Won't let anyone find out, right?" "Of course not, even if we were discovered, we would blame it on the supplier of the evening gowns, so don't worry." Lilah returned to Zoey's dressing room, and by that time, the assistant had already blow-dried Zoey's hair. Her soft and shiny black hair cascaded down to her waist, making her fair complexion even more radiant. Lilah looked at the girl in the mirror, who looked like a water lily, and she had to admit that Zoey was beautiful.

Her eyes scanned the area, and it didn’t take long to find him. Zavian was lounging on one of the long chairs by the pool, looking completely at ease. His head rested back with his eyes closed, looking as if he didn’t have a single care in the world. Emmeline’s jaw dropped. She stood frozen for a moment until her disbelief gave way to anger. “Mr. Blackthorn!” she half yelled in the large, empty space. Zavian’s eyes finally snapped open at the shrill of her voice, barely able to hide the smirk on his lips. His little minx was mad.

He nodded, returning the squeeze of her hand. ***** Jane drove with controlled anger. The address her investigator had provided led her to the Blackwood’s sleek business district. She parked a block away and stared ahead, focused and alert. And there he was. Zayn’s car was idling across the street. He wasn’t even trying to hide. He was just… watching. Jane followed his gaze. There was Mandy Blackwood, standing on the sun-dappled steps of her office building. She was smiling, laughing with a woman who looked like an assistant, her hand resting on her son’s shoulder. She looked calm, happy. Unaffected by the damage she’d caused.

A slender figure stepped inside, wearing a revealing black dress and her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. My heart sank as I recognized her immediately—Josie. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a venomous hatred that sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through me. She approached with an uneven stride, Damian Blackwood following close behind. The resemblance to his twin brother was uncanny. Josie’s lips twisted into a cruel smile.

"Family is not only by blood." "But Andrew deserves to know it’s his pup. Up to this moment, he had no idea." He said. "Have you thought of what you want to do next? Did you discuss this with Zoey?" "She’s going. She needs to go. We just rejected each other." "How’s Black?" I asked as my heart thudded loudly. No wonder his aura was low; I just thought it was because he was devastated. "He’s still here. He was willing to take the blow so we could be free." He was now seated, his back leaning against the wall, his knees up, and his arms resting on them. "I hope the Goddess won’t take Black. Then I’m left with nothing."

In his life. I slid out of bed quietly, my legs still aching from the night before, and padded toward the soft glow coming from the kitchen. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it wasn’t him leaning against the counter, bare-chested and half in shadow, nursing a glass of water like it might drown his demons. For a moment, I just watched him. Dominic Blackwood wasn’t beautiful in a traditional sense. He was all sharp edges and hard lines. A man built like a weapon, forged in fire and sharpened by circumstance.

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.

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

Hunter said quietly, “because for the first time in such a long and bleak life I have a real friend whom I don’t want to lose. After standing like that for a little while, Black began to quickly get ready. To begin with, he changed into all black: a T-shirt, jeans, army boots with metal inserts on the toes, leather fingerless gloves, a bandana on his head. In the dark, it would be difficult to see even a creature with such incredible vision as wolves. Quickly making a temporary shoulder sheath for blades from improvised means, John placed them behind his back and only after that he left the house. Climbing into his Mercedes, Black, in anticipation of the imminent battle, started the car engi