Zoey The Little Couple Novels & Stories

Yet, he handed them to Zoey. Those slippers had once been exclusively mine, but now he gave them away without a second thought. "You don't need to explain anything to me," I said, my mind focused on my dinner. I hopped over to the table to grab my phone, intending to check the delivery driver's location. "Victoria, it's all my fault. Don't be angry at Logan," Zoey immediately said in a trembling voice, her eyes welling up with tears. "What now, Victoria? Zoey just graduated with her master's degree and is being pressured into marriage by her parents. She has nowhere to stay. What's wrong with letting her live here for a few days?" Logan said in irritation.

the host continued, his voice laced with excitement. Octavia and Keir held their balloons. Their eyes met reflecting a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The audience, a sea of eager faces, erupted into cheers. The host, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Are you ready?” he asked, and they nodded, exchanging a quick, knowing glance. The tension in the room was palpable as they raised their pins, ready to burst the balloons that held the secret of their baby’s gender. “B. A. B. Y... Baby,” everyone shouted.

Adriana wasted no time in pulling the door shut, the soft click of the latch feeling final. Right downstairs, Zoey squeezed between Hardin and Tessa on the couch, the three of them leaning toward the TV, even though the show playing was only half-watched. “You must have been so lonely eating without us,” Hardin said, his small brows knitting together with concern as he glanced at Zoey. Zoey gave a dramatic sigh. “I was. But…” Her face brightened as if she’d been holding onto a juicy secret. “Something really thrilling happened on Thursday.”

Perhaps her ears were playing tricks on her or the weather made her hallucinate. "Daniel is your husband. I mean Daniel Adegboyega. Wait let me show you his picture." Zoey stammered as she handled her phone in a shivery manner. She briskly clicked on his photo before showing it to the lady whose smile deepened. "Yes this is my husband." She affirmed again. Zoey frowned,tears soaking her eyes. "I'm sorry." She pursed in effort to maintain calmness but she failed horribly. "H-how long have you two been married?."

Already unable to control the tears on my cheeks, feeling stunned and deeply hurt by what I am seeing, I start flipping through the magazine I have between my fingers, advancing almost to the middle, where there is an extensive report about Dominik and me, which almost occupies four pages, with photos and many sentences are written. "Big-time tycoon Dominik Meyer, 25, one of the most eligible bachelors in town, has found the great love of his life in Victoria Miller, an unknown 18-year-old. This unusual couple, seemingly bound by fate, want to know their peculiar story? Read on!" I read aloud, running my eyes over the main headline of the story.

“Well Lee, we’ll be doing it in her room today right? You promised “ Zoey purred like I cat and I couldn’t believe my ears. “Totally “ Leon agreeded. They pushed past me like I wasn’t even there. I almost snorted. This was a joke, it had to be. I followed behind them but they weren’t joking, Zoey stripped to her panties in front of my room, eyeing me wickedly. She then took Leon’s hand, using it to caress herself from her bra to her thong. She knew I was watching. She saw the horrified look on my face. Leon kissed her greedily before moving to suck on her neck. I was frozen, void of every emotion. With one wicked wink, Zoey was quick to slide Leon’s finger in-between her panties, letting out

A tornado in a pastel yellow getup, standing five feet two inches, clutching two iced coffees, three binders thicker than my arm, and a bag full of fabric swatches that were already spilling out. Her eyes landed on me, and she beamed. “ETHAN! My favorite groom number two, I'm Zoey your wedding planner,you look handsome! Did you sleep well? You look well-rested. Love the glow.” Aaron nearly laughed behind me. “Uh—hi. Come in.” She zoomed past me like a drone, nearly knocking down a vase. “This place is FABULOUS! Perfect for brainstorming! So—wedding! Big wedding! High-profile! Two grooms!” She squealed. “I LOVE GAY WEDDINGS. The energy, the drama, the wardrobe—God bless.”

The words swirled in my head, mixing with fear, shame, and a tiny, terrifying spark of curiosity I didn’t want to acknowledge. Zoey linked her arm with mine and stood up, gently pulling me along. “That’s enough for now. I think you’ve been stressed way too much. Let’s go to the club and have a little fun. You need to dance, drink something sweet, and forget all these demons for a few hours.” I leaned my head against her shoulder for a second, grateful beyond words. “Thank you. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She grinned as we left the café, the evening lights of the city starting to glow around us. “Now gist me,” she said, bumping her hip against mine. “Was he good in bed?

They saw Ana and Ava standing in a corner and they look they gave them was, clearly telling she is hell of a mad at them. The brothers nodded their heads at the twins and started climbing the stairs walking towards their room. As soon as they entered inside the room they saw a small figure curled up under the duvet which was none other than their little wife and her little octopus which she bought that day from the mall was also placed their on the bed with an angry expression which was indicating her mood. The brothers sighed knowing they have to a lot of hard work and efforts to make it up to her because they couldn't bare her madness for too long. Firstly Joaquin went near her fingers and

I kept my face at the same easy level and told myself that two hours was manageable spending it with Zoey in the room and focused on getting my laptop open. Zoey arrived about five minutes after that. She came in already talking, a comment to someone in the corridor behind her, and then closed the door. she stood for a moment and rolled her eyes at us. "Well aren't you two the cutest couple," she said sarcastically.