Zoey Smiling Friends Novels & Stories

Dove rested his head on Clara's shoulder and slept. "Thank you for helping me." She says from her heart. Clara smiled warmly at Dove's cute action. Today is the first time she has had a friend. Since knowing the true family secret, Clara gradually lost trust in others. But for Dove, it's different. Although they only met today, the two girls have become close friends who rely on each other.

I joked. Zoey rolled her eyes. “I already did but the guy wasn’t her type. She said he was too nice. Like really?! Sometimes I just want to slap Amy’s pretty face.” I laugh again at her ramblings. Zoey’s really talkative. That’s why people like her. She could easily talk to anyone and she's really friendly.

Her voice was dripping smug, and the sound of it made my stomach twist in disgust. “Oh my God look, the comments are insane,” she giggled. “Right? Anderson heir kissing the Wilson heiress. The power couple we didn’t know we needed—” I slammed my hand against the locker beside her head so loud her friends screamed like they saw a ghost. Zoey froze, her smile dropping just a little, but she covered it up fast, tilting her head at me like she’d been expecting this. Her friends didn’t even bother pretending they were brave—they ran off instantly, heels clicking, hair flying, whispering “oh shit oh shit” as they vanished.

"Just give us a moment, okay? I'll just make sure she sobers up a bit." "Sure, do what you have to," Zoey smiled back. Her smile was dangerous. He knew he was in the doghouse, but damn that jealous smile was doing things to him. "Mario, take care of the very special Lady Zoey for me, okay? Back in five." Mario laughed a half laugh uncomfortably. "She's not usually like that. They're just friends, have been for years," he said, swallowing his double scotch. "I'm just going to grab another, okay? Wait right here."

Eliora's POV "You have lipstick on your jaw," Zoey said the moment we walked back into the garden. I stopped walking. Kian, beside me, brought his hand to his jaw immediately and Zoey's face broke into the widest smile I had seen from her in months, delighted, completely unrepentant, the smile of a woman who had been waiting for this exact moment and was going to enjoy every second of it. "Zoey," I said. "I'm just saying," she said, not saying it quietly at all. "For informational purposes."

I breathed heavily after I was done with mine, waiting for them to finish up for the conversation to begin. "How do you feel like having me as a friend?" I asked sweetly with a smile, it was my own pattern of kick starting the conversation. I like it to be a conversation between friends and not some formal discussions, my ladies need to be free before me. I'm willing to entertain any idea they will bring up as long as it would help me succeed in my quest. "It's super nice," Zoey answered. "I'm delighted my lady, you're friendly and I love this bit."

Ivory smiled a smile that hurt her lips. "I don't want to see you get hurt." Zoey enclosed Ivory's hands in hers. She feared her friend had already fallen too deep. Ivory may not want to admit it but Zoey could tell that emotions were something that she would no longer be able to keep separate when it comes to Raiden De Ville. As Zoey exited the office, her heart felt heavy. Her eyes connected with the secretary, he smiled at her. Zoey rolled her eyes and turned away from him. "So, your friend and my boss huh?" the words were intended to prompt a conversation.

“We just heard the news, and it's spreading so fast!” It was Zoey who said those words while giggling. I just chuckled and bit my bottom lips to stop my face from blushing. “We are so happy for you. You deserve the happiness in the world because of how kind you are.” I smiled towards Cassandra. I'm just so lucky to have friends like them in happiness and even in my worst moments. “Thank you so much to the both of you. I will still be your friend and it will never change. We're all still friends.”

Zoey smiled like she was in on the joke, but I saw the way her fingers tightened on the edge of her plastic cup. I wasn’t laughing. Zoey wasn’t ugly. She wasn’t the kind of girl who turned heads when she walked into a room, but she had soft brown eyes that always looked like she was thinking three steps ahead of everyone else, a quiet laugh that made you want to hear it again, and a mouth that curved in ways that made me wonder what it would feel like wrapped around me.

Zoey snorted from the bed, pointing at my dress like I had offended her. “Why? It’s literally fine,” I said, smoothing the hem over my thighs. “It’s not like your dad’s going to be staring at my ass.” Silence. And then the laughter exploded. “Oh my God,” Kayla, Zoey’s friend, choked out, practically falling off the bean bag. “Don’t say that!” Zoey was laughing too, tossing a pillow at my face. “Shut up, you freak. My dad would never.” I caught the pillow and smirked. “Are you sure?”