Zoey Smiling Friends Novels & Stories

Hope Elara pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. Of course Zenep said that out loud. A moment later, the three girls ran off together as if they had known each other forever. No fear. No awkwardness. Just children being children. Zoey watched them leave, then slowly looked up at Hope Elara. He shook his head. Please no. Hope Elara nearly laughed. “Hi, Zoey!” A boy came running toward him. “Elias,” Zoey said calmly before looking at Hope Elara. “Mom, this is my friend. His dad takes care of the horses.”

A sugary sweet voice called out as the familiar blonde cutie elegantly ran up to Zoey with that lady glaring at Natalia's back. "Hi, this is my mommy." Zoey grinned pointing at me. "Hello." She grinned showing off two adorable dimples. "Hi Joey." She giggled looking behind me. "H-hi Po-Poppy." He blushed rubbing the back of his neck. I almost awed at the sight before me. This was too adorable for words.

She nuzzled against me, making soft growling and purring sounds that never failed to melt something in my chest. Aunt Eleanor appeared in the doorway, smiling. “Little Howlers Academy? You’ll love it, sweetheart. You’ll make lots of friends.” Zoey shook her head firmly. “Zoey…” I sighed. “I’m sure you’ll love it, honey. Why don’t we just try it? Hmm?” I suggested, running my fingers gently through her hair. “You’re my little fighter, and there’s nothing you can’t brave. Isn’t that right?” She nodded slowly, though her lower lip stuck out. “I am a fightah.”

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.

"Your daddy loved you so much. You know that. And he knows you loved him." I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, swamped with immeasurable gratitude I had the best friends in the world. They picked me up, time and time again. The pressure behind my ribs eased and I was able to fend off tears. "You're the best, Dee." "Well, no duh. Now, enough of this. You'll ruin your makeup." I laughed, the sound catching in my throat. "Let's go."

and she smiled, the old Zoey coming through. “Well, I just did, so deal with it,” and I smiled at the attitude that I was used to from my best friend. I could tell Cade noticed too because his face lit up and he grabbed a hold of her, pulling her from her knees and on to his and she giggled. “Well, not one to feel left out,” I turned and saw Dayna standing in the doorway to her room. She had a sad smile on her face.

She was actually trembling in fear. "I-I know I made a mistake, Neil," she stammered in apology. "I should've introduced Michael to you sooner. You wouldn't be getting jealous if I did, right?" When I didn't respond, Zoey hugged me and continued, "Neil, Michael and I just grew up together. We're childhood friends. We even bathed together when we were kids. It's not strange that he knows my secrets." I mercilessly shoved Zoey away and reached out to yank open her collar. She let out a shriek. "Neil! Have you lost your mind?"

Beautiful, toned, confident. “Oh, please. You know I’d never,” Scarlett laughed, before gesturing between us. “Zoey, this is Jane, my best friend. She’s a big food blogger. Jane, meet Zoey. She works at the production house.” “Hi.” I waved, but apparently waving wasn’t the thing here. Jane leaned in for a cheek kiss, too. I obliged, wondering how long before this became my life—cheek-kissing glamorous women while sweating like a nervous potato.

I teased. “Shut up. He thinks we're getting married by summer.” Zoey chuckled. Laughing under my breath, I said, “That's not cool, Zee.” “Oh, little Miss Goody Two-Shoes, what's not cool is you leaving your best friend out of all the fun things going on in your life. I'm hurt.” What if I told her I've been seeing the opposite of fun? Hell. But then again, I catch myself smiling a bit as Liam crosses my mind.

“I’ll make it up to you when I’m free.” “How about next week? Are you free?” Maya asked while she touched her big tummy. “Friday next week I’m free in the evening,” Zoey replied after looking at her schedule. “Okay, I’m looking forward to spending time with you. The girls are missing you badly.” The girls she was referring to are Tracy, Esther and Betty. “I also missed you all,” Zoey said smiling as she stared at their pictures seated at her office desk. The event went on until midnight and Zoey was way too exhausted.