Zoey Walker Novels & Stories

Even though Erin had no hope still she tried to cheer her up. They walked towards the ground and Hannah spotted Zion with Ron and Nef. They were busy laughing, cursing and punching each other without any worry in the world while she... she was about to lose her mind. Zion saw her coming to the ground. His eyes held her for a while. A girl in simple jeans and a hoodie was drowning in his heart today. In fact she always had. But he trusted his unnecessarily genius brain more. Now, when he did not listen to it today, the world felt totally different.

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car

She walked in with her mother I assumed. She looked young and shy. Her skin was fair and her lips were pink. Her long blond and brown hair was pulled into a loose bun. Her eyelids fluttered as she only made contact with the ground. Preventing me from seeing the color of her eyes. She wore a simple colored dress and soft pink flats. She was thin and tall with a full set of breasts. She walked in with the wind and caught my attention.

Late at night, when the streets were quiet, he slipped over to Zoey's place. Just as he reached out to press the doorbell, he heard her talking on a call in the yard. "Mr. Walker, I still have plenty of dirt on Ian. How about a deal of one million dollars?" Ian clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening in horror as he stumbled backward. He had no idea when he made it back home. All he knew was that he slumped against the door and slid down to the floor, his whole body going cold. He had always believed I was the one digging up all that dirt and releasing it online to get back at him, but it turned out that the one who betrayed him was none other than Zoey herself.

I needed the person who knew the truth to remind me why I was doing this. I reached her door and pushed it open—the hinges creaked, the sound echoing in the strangely silent hallway. "Zo? You wouldn't believe the day I’ve had. Kian and I—" I stopped mid-sentence. Zoey wasn't sitting at her laptop. She wasn't digging through files or looking for a lead on my mother. She was pacing the narrow strip of rug in her living room, her movements frantic and jagged, her curls a wild, frizzy mess. She was chewing on her thumbnail so hard I thought she might draw blood. She didn't even look up when I walked in; she just kept pacing, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

DARCY The second her voice cracked, I knew I fucked up. "You had a baby?" Zoey Vandemere stood in the doorway like she'd walked into a nightmare. Tall, athletic, hair pulled into one of her characteristic, effortless high puffs that framed her sharp cheekbones. She was wearing black joggers, a grey cropped hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. Like always, she smelled rich, like vanilla bean and something warm, something expensive, and undeniably Zoey.

Perhaps she could use this status and position to achieve things that others could not accomplish in a lifetime. Zoey walked over and said in shock, “You’re Rachel Lowe?”

“It’s so loud in my head. It hurts. It hurts my head.” I step closer slowly. “What’s loud? Tell me.” “The sound,” she chokes. “The bang. The gun. I hear it all the time. It doesn’t shut up.” My chest tightens. “And she’s dancing around his money like nothing happened,” Zoey cries. “She’s happy. She’s dating the gardener now and she’s happy and she killed him and she doesn’t even care!” Her voice breaks into pieces. “She’s a killer,” Zoey whispers. “A murderer and she doesn’t even care!”

"Pleas, release her." Alicia left her hands and watched Zoey as she scurried away. "Are you a new worker here?" The fat lady asked, staring at Alicia. "Yeah," Alicia nodded. "Who's that lady I fought with earlier?" "Zoey?" "Is that her name?" "Yes," The fat lady nodded. "Zoey is our CEO's sex partner and also our senior here, she got prompted by our CEO. Please do everything in your power to stay away from Zoey, she's not a good person."

the third warrior says as she sweetly smiles and sets the teacup down. Trevor seems to have fallen in love with her but I can't blame him. The girl looks like a painting and the way she moves is so elegantly poised, of course everyone would be looking at her. This means she has grown up as a high-ranking wolf. “My name is Sherry Harvey and as you already know it, I am the third warrior of the moon goddess by the name of Zoe.” she introduces herself fluently. Her voice is so charming that all of us take a moment to answer and she just keeps smiling.