Zoey Parker Author Novels & Stories

They look at each other, and we can see they are mindlinking, but then they look at us and smile. “That sounds perfect,” Ryder says, and we sit on the couches. “Would you tell us about your first mate?” Nadia asks Parker softly, and he nods his head. “Her name is Zoey. We found her the day we turned 18. She was the daughter of one of the warrior families, though she was not a fighter.” Parker starts. “She was kind, warm. And she loved being around the other pack members. And wanted to be a doctor, and we agreed she should follow that dream.” Ryder, tell us.

The weight of the forest's mysteries pressed upon her shoulders, urging her to delve deeper into the secrets that surrounded her. In the dimly lit solitude of her room, Zoe found solace among the shelves filled with books and journals chronicling the supernatural world. She knew that uncovering the truth about her own existence held the key to unlocking the enigma that shrouded the forest and its inhabitants. With determination burning in her eyes, Zoe traced her fingers over the worn spines, her mind racing with questions and possibilities. What were the wolves of the forest? How did they connect to her own identity? And why did her parents guard the secrets so fiercely?

Zoey's POV Matteo Harmon immediately put on a stern face and said, "How can you belittle your daughter like that? Zoey has her strengths too." Daria snorted and said, "What strengths could she possibly have?" "Zoey is kind," Matteo Harmon retorted. "Kind?" Daria laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Eight years ago, when she was only fourteen, she went to bars to smoke and drink, hung out with thugs, and was involved in scandals of promiscuity and abortion."

"Of course, sweetheart. Lead the way." Zoey led Felix to her room, where colorful drawings adorned the walls. She eagerly picked up her sketchbook and began flipping through pages, explaining each drawing with animated enthusiasm. Zoey led Felix to her room, where colorful drawings adorned the walls. She eagerly picked up her sketchbook and began flipping through pages, explaining each drawing with animated enthusiasm. "And this one is us having a picnic, and that's you, Mommy, and me. Oh, and here's our dog, Sparky, that I wish we had!" Zoey pointed at the drawings, her imagination flowing freely.

Ari held tight to her mare’s reins as she carefully maneuvered through the thick grove of trees that bordered Center Land Village. She wore an expression of concern and disappointment. She’d been searching for the Schiele family for almost five years. The girl that she met hunting on the edge of zombie territory, Kendra, fit the description, but she couldn’t be sure without knowing her family name. Was she the daughter of the two scientists who’d unleashed the zombie virus?

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.

The moment I see her, I can only think of one thing: rouge! Aiden grins sheepishly and places the pups down. "I apologize, Zoey. They came running to me and I just couldn't help myself." He rubs the back of his next while she huffs and picks up the small black pup. This is Zoey? It's hard to believe this girl is a mother because she looks so young! She can't possibly be older than sixteen. She meets my stare with a cool look and I look down immediately feeling intimidated. "This must be the new wolf I've been hearing about," Zoey says and looks me over. "A wolf of the night. She'll do well here I think." She looks over to Aiden. "I assume you're giving her a tour?" She raises a perfect dark

Huffing in annoyance, I turned on the shower, wincing when hot water hit my skin. ... Zoey was in the dining room when I stepped in, dressed only in Jaxon's shirt, which I'd grabbed earlier. She smirked when she saw me. Then she glanced at Jaxon, whose heavy gaze was pinned on me. "She looks much better in your clothes," she said, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Lowering myself on the seat beside Jaxon's, I gave her an acknowledging nod. "I haven't introduced myself to you, officially," she said, flashing me a smile. "I'm Zoey. The pack's gamma."

“She is only loyal to herself, and she wants to be Luna. Her only obstacle is her current Luna. She will do anything as long as she is paid well. Her name is Zoey, and she has access to all parts of the pack house.” This was a really good start but at the moment I wanted to enjoy myself. “Meet me back here at 9am sharp. We will go over our plan then. Enjoy yourself for the night…I know I will.” I said as I left the table and found myself two whores to play with for the night. ZOEY POV

But now he was on my side, and we turned her plan against her. The Richard Parker case—the murder Zoey thought would bury me—was real, but it wasn’t what she thought. Thirteen years ago, Richard had held me captive, a dark chapter I’d buried deep. When I pulled the trigger, it was to save myself, to survive. The police had ruled it self-defense at the time, but Zoey and Michael had dug up just enough to make it look damning. Michael fed her the narrative she wanted, while I worked with him to ensure the truth would come out at the right moment.