Zoey Parker Author Novels & Stories

Zoey never showed up again, and my life resumed its peace. But two weeks later, a few police officers showed up at the welfare center. They showed me their identification, their expressions serious as they asked, "Are you Caleb Jackson?" "That's me." "We would like to ask you some questions. A few days ago, the frozen body of a female was discovered in a park in the city center." The officer showed me a photo, and the gaunt woman in tattered clothing was indeed Zoey. She was curled up on a park bench, covered with several sheets of newspaper—and it was obvious that she'd stopped breathing.

He wandered why there should be blood in a Home Economics class 📛📛📛📛📛📛📛📛📛 The beige coloured Wall of the room matched the white of the ceiling. The calm, rustic breeze rustled her fluffy pink curtains, stacks of book lined up adjacent to the walls. A pair of fluffy rabbit slippers were on the foot of her bed, Zoey lay, belly down on her bed scrolling through her phone, she tapped on the picture app on her phone and scrolled through the pictures of her mom and dad and waverly. She clicked on another picture, this one taken at the beach, the camera captured Zoey and Waverly who were in the low tide flinging handfuls of water to each other. Their laughing faces were red and their smile

I didn’t even know what to say to Zoey to convince her to leave with me, but I was determined to leave Sean’s house with her. “So you call this unsafe place your home? You’d rather stay here where his countless enemies can access and attack you anytime?” Without hesitation, Zoey nodded. “Yes, it’s better than staying with you… the same man who humiliated me in front of everybody and let his sidechick get away with framing me for murder,” her voice was filled with disdain. “Oh, did I even mention the part where she was the one who actually committed the murder?” I looked away, letting out a deep sigh. I hadn’t forgotten about what Wendy did, we were still trying to find her.

Her core started to tingle. “Zoey, cover up.” Zoey pretended like she was going through a bad pain. She winced and covered up. Charlotte could see the shadows of pain in Zoey’s eyes, and it made her heart troubled. “Which pack do you come from again? I do not remember,” Charlotte asked gently, hoping to ease the tension in the room. Zoey looked up, her gaze hesitant. “I come from the Moon Sturdy Pack,” she replied softly. “I’ve been an omega since I was little. Life hasn’t been fair to me.”

, she whispered before she could tiptoe to her room. Zoey closed her room door and opened her laptop, searching for a job as a personal assistant in Griffin’s Enterprise. A sinister smile played along her lips. “Got you.”, Zoey said as she clicked for applying for the job. She walked to her wardrobe and opened it. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Of course it was Zoey. Zoey Wilson, Emily Brown, Ava Martin, and Olivia Garcia. The four devils of Havestone High. They moved like a pack with their perfect everything, their designer bikinis practically glowing under the pool lights. Zoey’s high ponytail bounced as she scanned the crowd. Soon her eyes narrowed when they landed on me. “Oh my God,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Her voice was sugary and venomous all at once, and I felt my chest tighten.

And last was the beautiful Molly with her long black and curly hair, stunning brown eyes, warm umber skin tone and motherly expression. “Where are your things?” Zoey asked, and all four of them looked at me. I grimaced under their stares. “Erm.. about that.” I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I don’t have anything,” I confessed. “Nothing?” Zoey asked. “Nope.” “Dress?” I shook my head. “Make-up?” I shuffled my feet. “Well...” I knew I would have to explain. “When I joined the pack, I joined as omega.”

said Zoey, "I was looking through photos of Boumerank shows in Brazil and the United States. She was always with you. I'm sure she's your girlfriend." "Why are you so curious?" I asked. "I don't know," Zoey said, "female instinct." "And what is it?" I asked. "Usually women always want to be the number one," Zoey said. “But I realized my position. I'm just a prostitute who should be grateful to have been released." "You're not a whore anymore," I said. “After being free from here, you are a free person.” "I'm afraid I can't do it alone," Zoey said, "I've never been far from Saltyville. I don't know the people of Surabaya."

Hazel and Gabz were confused. "Zoey? Who the fuck is Zoey?" Gabz wanted to know, and so did Hazel. "Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned her." Cleo became nervous, she wanted to kick herself for letting Zoey's name slip. "Spill it, Cleo," Gabz said "Cleo, who is Zoey? And tell me the truth." Hazel didn't want to use her Luna tone, but she did. Cleo let out an exasperated breath, "Zander's sister."

I ask her, in a low and composed tone and I watch as she slowly clears her throat. “Can you spare me a minute, please? I’m Zoey and I want to talk to you. Please.” she says and I squint my eyes at her. I know her. She is the Zoey. The one that is always clingy around Vaughn. The one that keeps texting him and sending silly messages. The one that I badly want to kill and what does she want to say to me?