Zoey Smiling Friends Novels & Stories

There was a collective murmur of surprise. The onlookers exchanged glances. The campus heartthrob had been rejected. The tense silence was broken by the soft ring of a cellphone. Zoey, recognizing the ringtone, knew it was Barlen without checking. She reached into her bag and silenced the phone. "Bob, you're really foolish. Get up. She’s been with rich and influential men in society. She wouldn't look at you," a drunk girl nearby, leaning on one hand with red eyes and a disdainful look, said to Bob.

The lady announced, taking off the apron on her. "Alright, mademoiselle." Said the young man. The woman strode out, a middle aged man stepping in. "Fred, what's up?" "Logan Smith, how do you do?" He smiled and both men exchanged compliments. Becky, on the other hand, stole glances at the young man. She could have sworn he had blue eyes. A dazzling smile remained on his lips as he spoke to Fred. He was handsome to Becky, and not in a complimentary way, but in an exciting manner. She needed to speak with him. Normally, Becky wasn't an outspoken person, but she had been trying.

And before she could stop herself, her gaze lingered too long and intently, as if she were getting lost in his eyes, and almost drowning in them. Raine’s loud steps suddenly disrupted whatever was going on, as she got to the table while grinning from ear to ear, her eyes wide with mischief. She climbed into the seat beside Zoe and folded her arms, nodding with the seriousness of a judge delivering a verdict. “You two are definitely more than friends,” she declared. Zoey choked on her food, coughing violently as her water glass rattled against the table, as she stumbled with words, “W..what..?! No! Absolutely not!” She grabbed her napkin, dabbing furiously at her lips, her ears burning red.

" Victoria said, grabbed her hand wrist. Evangeline nodded, took her phone, and took a snap together. The sweet smell of the ice cream mixed with the cool air of the bus. Both laughed, chatting. At the other end of the bus, Nate watched Both of them, his eyes narrowed, it seems Victoria got a new friend, he thought, a small play on his lips, and turning back to his conversation. Zoey was at the corner watching her smile, her eyes narrowed. This bi*ch can get along with strangers easily... Smile all you want; it won't last. She thought, her fingers tightening on Aaron's shoulder as she leaned closer. Aaron, who was focused on his game, was near Zoey admiring his looks and his presence, a smil

I countered, my voice laced with thinly veiled hostility. Zoey's smile faltered momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure, her cheerful facade returning as she continued to speak. "Oprah, you're my best friend. I only want what's best for you. The best way to move on from a past relationship is to open yourself up to new possibilities. I happen to know some very suitable men. Perhaps I could introduce you to someone?" Her offer felt like a thinly veiled attempt to meddle in my affairs, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an ulterior motive behind her words. As I weighed my response carefully, a sense of unease settled over me, prompting me to question Zoey's true intent

I didn't raise my voice. I didn't turn around. I just looked at him. He stopped. His hand dropped. He stepped back. I turned back to Zoey and I let the corner of my mouth lift. Just slightly. Just enough for her to see it. She saw it. And it made her angrier. "Are you smiling?" Her voice cracked with disbelief. "Are you actually smiling right now? I just got dragged here against my will — thrown in a van like cargo‚ grabbed‚ held down — and you're standing there smiling?"

After a few more minutes of watching the chaos unfold, Zoey turned to Sarah and me, her mood noticeably lighter and more relaxed than before. “Let’s take a selfie,” she suddenly suggested, pulling out her phone with a grin. Sarah hesitated, glancing between us uncertainly. “I don’t know…” “Come on,” I said, nudging her gently with my elbow. “It’ll be fun. We need to capture this moment.” Sarah looked between us for another second, then finally nodded with a small smile. “Okay. Fine. Let’s do it.” Zoey held up her phone, angling it carefully so all three of our faces were in the frame. We leaned in close, pressing our heads together and smiling as wide as we could. Zoey snapped the picture, t

Freya. The game had just begun. Everybody in the room went stiff. No one could move, it was as if their legs had failed them, their bodies frozen in place like statues carved from fear. A small, satisfied smile danced on my lips as I watched the shift in the air, the way their confident masks cracked right before my eyes. Zoey, on the other hand, couldn’t stop grinning, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. “Oh my God, could someone get me some popcorn?” she said dramatically, grabbing a nearby chair and pinning her ass on it with exaggerated flair. “Honestly, if this drama should get aired, babe, you’d become a billionaire in just a week.”

ALEXEI I stood in my office, glancing through the wide window that offered a view of the garden. Down below, Zoey and her friend, Emma, were engrossed in conversation. The sight of Zoey smiling and laughing brought an unexpected warmth to my chest. It was strange, considering my usual demeanor. I found solace in the moments when she seemed at ease, free from the burdens that constantly weighed her down. Her laughter, like a melody, echoed in my thoughts, creating a rare sense of peace.

She popped the car door and started to climb out. “Wait,” Zoey said, reaching for her bag. “Let’s fix your eyes a little bit, and we could all use some powder. It’s still, like, a hundred degrees.” She quickly fixed Beth’s face and then checked herself in the mirror before they all climbed out. By then, Brittany, Lexy, and Andi were standing in the empty spot next to them. “Zoey, you remember my friends Brittany, Andi, and Lexy, right?”