Zoey Parker Author Novels & Stories

There was a little info on her sister too. Zoey Cara O’Donnell, twenty-three, dark-haired, porcelain skin, a month older than Arielle, vicious and jealous, graduates high school at sixteen and lost both parents at seventeen. Moves in with her sister at nineteen steal her sister’s man at twenty, takes full control of the house at twenty, attends balls, parties, and every public occasion with him, and now his new wife. Just when I thought no one could be worse than Penelope. It explains why Zoey seemed like Luna when I first met Arielle. And how dumb could Leon be? two sisters? that was too much drama.

***** Zoey was twenty-six years old and a chef who worked at a famous hotel in Chicago, She started living with the Sebastians and took over their last name when she was twelve years old. Clara lost her business and there was no way she would be able to raise her only child, she wanted to give Zoey the best life she could afford and she knew that the only way she would be able to give her daughter the life she desired was through her father. Alex got her pregnant while she was working as a cleaner at the company where he worked, but he rejected the pregnancy and stashed some money in her to get rid of the baby, Clara was so scared for her life and could not get rid of of the baby, hence she

"You should be focusing on Matt and enjoying London, not my personal mess." "Annie..." "Seriously, Zoey. Not now." She studied me for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay. But you should know I'm here if you want to talk. About anything." We kept walking in silence until we spotted a charming little bookstore with decorated windows and a sign that said Sunday Open. Warm golden light spilled out from the inside. "Want to go in?" Zoey asked. "I'm freezing and maybe they have something cute for Matt." The shop was exactly my kind of place. Small. Cozy. That perfect mix of new books and fresh coffee. Zoey headed straight to the children's section while I wandered through the fiction shelves, trying

“You have a private security team? How come I don't see them around you?” I chuckled at the innocence of her question. If only she knew the other side of me. “There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Zoe.” “And would I ever get to know them?” She fixed me with a piercing gaze. I shrugged. “With time. But for now? Relax.” Her brows furrowed slightly. “Relax?” “Yes.” Her disbelief was almost… adorable. “Parker’s planning something against me and you want me to relax?!” She screeched, throwing her hands in the air.

“Dr. Parker, you are not in any position to be making demands. So, I’m going to give you until the count of three to hand me my dog.” “Or what?” I smirked. I gulped when Zoe’s eyebrows rose to the top of her head as she simultaneously tipped her head to the side. “Bet.” She threw open my door, causing it to loudly crash into the wall. Surely she put a hole in it. A few moments later, Maria frantically ran into my office. Dr. Parker! Y-your car!”

“Nice. Burned some calories in a hot and sweaty step class, huh?” “Oh, Lord.” Zoe almost shuddered as she recalled coming from Scars just sliding into her. “Yeah. So yeah.” “How’d you meet the step class… uh… instructor?” Zoe explained about going to meet Wolf’s VP at Satan’s Bar, who ended up being a scarred warrior with little bits of fallen sky as eyes. She told her friend about how she’d unburdened on him about Hailey, about how Keira had come into her life, about her fears of not being a good Mom for the sweet little girl sitting at her feet. Then she admitted that she’d just decided to go for it with Scars – history forgotten and the future ignored. That she’d just been living in the m

She answered once she directed her gaze on Jane. "You know..." Jane gazed at her briefly. "This work you're taking up,Gray....." Her voice trailed off. It's been three months now she broke up with Gray,three months she's been living in Paris with her friend Jane in preparation for the magazine she's featuring in. In these months,she thought staying in a new place,new people would help. That's why she chose to live with Jane,her childhood friend back in New York before they moved to France. The slender framed lady was much more welcoming about her predicament than her best friend,Lizzy. Yet Zoey still felt emptiness,so far away from everyone. Even her parents she hoped to find comfort in were

“Oh, you should be the Ava my Aurora always talk about. I am Zoey.“ Zoey said as she stretches her hand for a handshake. Ava shakes her hand, with a glamorous smile on her face. Ava recollects Zoey, the baby she once saved when she lived on an island with Aurora and Ashley. Zoey is the baby that was placed in a drum with the book of the living which has an eye drawn on it. Ashley murdered Zoey's parents because she wanted to rule over the world. Now, Ashley is in the place where she is supposed to be. “Congrats, you are the new guardian of the book, right?“ Ava asked. She was delighted to see a positive nod. “Zoey, have you learned the first five symbols from the book of the living, yet?“ Au

Titles, armies, wars—they all fade into irrelevance. Because none of it matters if I can’t protect her. And right now, I don’t know how to save the one thing I never knew I needed until I was already at risk of losing it. Zoey’s POV Hard as I try, I can’t get rid of Anders’ words in my head. Why must everything be taken from me. Not this time. I saw my pups. Alive and well. And I saw myself, looking over them. I’m going to bring them to the world and I’m going to experience motherhood with them.

He's become somebody I don't know. I find a chair and take a seat in the hallway to wait to hear from the pack doctor. Kyle may not care about everyone in his pack but I do. Zoey may just be an Omega, a slave girl, however she is still a member of this pack and deserves treatment as such. I look around and notice some of the warriors still standing around talking. So I tell them to go back to their posts, and double up on guards until we figure out this rogue situation; and how they crossed the border.