Zoey Parker Author Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, how could you pee yourself here? How disgusting!" Not only did Zoey not speak for Yara, but she even tried to distance herself from the latter. "I'm sorry. This is my stepmother. She has cancer." When Yara heard Zoey calling her "stepmother", she looked at the latter in disbelief. She felt like her heart had shattered. When the woman heard Zoey, she looked at her and recognized her. "Aren't you Zoey? The famous dancer?" "That's me." "You sure are kind. Can I get a picture with you?"

It was as though everything she had consumed had been devoured by the child. Seeing her ruddy complexion, put Jason’s mind at ease. He walked over and glanced at the book on her lap. "Still love reading, don't you?" He thought she had outgrown that stage. Zoey felt a little embarrassed. In junior high, she too succumbed to the temptations of trends and fell into the habit of secretly reading bestselling novels. There were tomb-raiding ones, but also fantasy and sweet stories of unrequited love being realized. In fact, she hadn't read much in recent years. She had only picked up a novel to pass the time because she didn’t dare spend too much time on her phone when she got too bored.

Jolene smiled warmly at Callie. “Thank you! It really is.” Kyle nodded to someone and stepped to the side as another woman walked in. “Jolene!” She practically ran to her and they hugged each other. “I was so hoping you would be here!” “Great, another one.” Cara muttered. “I’m surprised you’re still alive.” The new girl rolled her eyes at Cara. “Not winning any popularity contest when all you do is to be on your knees.” She turned and looked at me. She was much shorter, but was still gorgeous. Shorter brown hair curled around her face. She wore a spaghetti strapped romper with five-inch heels. She wasn’t as muscular, but very toned. “Hello! My name is Zoey. Alpha Leo’s mate. We are a little

Listen to her. “It is.” I don’t trust myself to say more than that. He’s desperate to find any small chink in my armor, anything he can use against me. The more I say, the more opportunity I potentially hand him. “What, you don’t believe me?” Zoey laughs softly. Where is this coming from? She’s like an entirely different person: poised, confident, skillfully working her way around her father’s anger, cooling him off. And there’s not so much as a twitch of her eyebrow or the flush of her cheeks to reveal her lie.

I spoke, yelling, and my wolf whimpered regretfully. "After Jaya was born, Zoey picked herself up and transformed into the charming, independent woman you see today. She buried you in her past, and whenever I tried to ask her about Jaya's father, she would just tell me he was dead, the same way she told anyone who asked,” Lord Adrian explained. His words made my heart sink into my chest. I realized that to Zoey, I was dead. "Listen, man, Zoey won't forgive you so easily," he muttered while I stood up and paced around the room.

✨Episode 57✨ Zoey's POV I decided to go shopping today since I'll be leaving for Paris tomorrow. I should at least go with new clothes, make up and shoes. After wearing my clothes, I picked up my small handbag and went into my car. My driver was seated in the car already so in a matter of time, we were on the way. I plugged my earphones into my ear and listened to "helplessly" by Tatiana Manaois.

Zoey stormed into her bedroom, cursing loudly and angrily. She didn’t care if her fucking dad heard. She felt like killing someone. She grabbed a flower vase from her dressing table and threw it across the room. It smashed against a wall. The books on her dressing table also went flying and many other things too. She really wished they were landing on Chris Richards head. Then she grabbed a pen from her table and began stabbing her pillow, imagining it to be Adele. She was angry and humiliated. That bitch Adele was going to come from no where and have a top position in her company, while she was a nobody in the same company.

I waved my hand and she made her way towards my table. Zoe Parker. The daughter of the UK ambassador and a close friend to the Queen of England. Most people don’t know about it. The information is hidden from the public. She never told anyone about it either but on the other hand, it’s one of the rare occasions where my father told me something. I don’t know if that means I should stick with her or stay away from her. But I guess it was the later. He never tells anything or does anything for nothing. “Hi,” she says timidly. She’s a pretty girl with caramel colored hair and big blue eyes.

She stood away from her mother and the proximity of her family seemed forced. “Let me guess? Our High Priestess is on a mission?” Zoey leaned back in her chair and appraised me with her warm brown eyes. “I’m not supposed to tell yet.” “I’m in,” I said with a grin at her. She smiled, her bouncy coils moved as she shook her head. She pulled up a yearbook on another tab and after typing in Sadie Rochester, the girl, now a young woman, stared back at me.

At this point, she doesn't care what they say or even think about her, all she needs to do is to stay alive and make a place for herself in the pack. She suddenly has this guts feeling that someone was staring at her, she looks around immediately, her chains making some noise in the process but she couldn't find anything or anyone, all that welcomes her us darkness and blankness. Zachary observed the shackled Zoey and a shrewd smile carved on his face, her head lowered, her scattered ponytail covering most of her face. He didn't regret putting her there, if he feels pity on her, that would mean betraying his loyalty because of some silly unrealistic feelings that she has for her, he'll never