Zootopia Newspaper Novels & Stories

"Of course, Zoey. We're all leaving school in a few days; who knows when we'll see each other again. If I were a guy, I’d confess to her too." Jesse: "..." They were having their senior year journalism department dinner at the restaurant, and it was almost over. Jesse couldn't have imagined Bob confessing to Zoey. Bob was still kneeling, Zoey staring at him for almost half a minute, not saying a word. He was too nervous to look at her. He couldn’t wait any longer. Each second felt like a slow cut. It was torture. He decided Zoey might not have heard him clearly. Looking up at her again, he said, “Zoey, I’ve liked you for almost four years..." He swallowed nervously, finding the second confes

The ringing stopped, but he was coming for the phone anyway because, at this hour, he knew his pack was checking in, as they did every night. It was Elliott whose name was on the missed call notification. Calling him back, Nate sat down on the sofa and relaxed. “Hey! I was just leaving you a message.” “Sorry. I didn’t get to the phone in time.” “No worries. You’re not home so…I’m guessing your date went well.” He reached over and picked up a copy of Times Magazine, thumbing through it. “The cops asked me questions about the animal who got loose from the zoo.” Silence. “Wait, what? When? Where are you?”

ZOEY The sterile fluorescent lights of Gotham Press and the incessant hum of printers were the soundtrack to my life. I couldn't say I loved my job, but it paid the bills, and in this city, that was no small feat. My name is Zoey Anderson, and I was a journalist, or more accurately, an investigative journalist—or, as my boss often put it, a "pain in his well-dressed rear end." I navigated my way through the cluttered newsroom, past rows of desks piled high with newspapers, coffee cups, and stacks of paper that screamed "deadline panic." As I made my way toward my desk, a hand shot out and snatched my attention.

Zoe still had expensive bills in her name, but she easily settled them along with the fines. Now, Zoe could visit the hospital without worrying about people recognizing Loria as an alias for Zoe Anderson. Zoe was truly smiling now. She had forgotten about that burden yesterday—as had Wolf—but apparently it was enough to comfort her. The resolution of one of her past problems made her feel lighter. Now she had to face another problem bravely. "I have to be able to do this," Zoe muttered to strengthen her resolve because what she saw in front of the courthouse really unnerved her. As they got closer, Zoe became more aware that there were more than twenty journalists waiting. That was a signifi

"Yeah, and we have Mr. Zane backing us too." Abigail rolled her eyes. Having Xander as her backer certainly gave her confidence, but she did not want to bother him with every issue. If she could handle it, she would. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number for Justin York, the editor-in-chief of a Florivera newspaper. "Mr. York, I have a juicy scandal about the Guzman family. Are you game to publish it?" Justin laughed. "Other than Mr. Zane's scandals, which I wouldn't dare publish, who else have you seen me afraid of?"

Zeke’s face darkened when he saw her. “I heard you went to the land auction today?” Though he hadn’t been discharged, his sources kept him well-informed. “Didn’t I tell you not to mess with Caitlin?” “You picked a fight with Caitlin again?” Ximena frowned at Zora. “Mom! I just went to the auction. It had nothing to do with her.” Zora, in a good mood, changed the subject with a smirk. “Oh, right. You guys probably haven’t seen the news yet? There was an accident at the New York amusement park. A lot of kids were hurt. I heard Caitlin’s kids were caught up in it—and one of them is still missing.”

The article Shane wrote about me was a bonus to our blissful morning. After my first sip of delicious coffee, I unfolded The Gazette and placed it in front of me, grinning at the spread across the bottom of the first page. Besides the copy Shane emailed to us last night, the newspaper had printed three photos. Two were photos I took of the burglar after he stole the decoy vase and was trying to leave the house. In the first, I captured the neighbor pushing the vase through the dog door, and then the second showed his wolf as he was trying to escape through the same dog door.

"Mr. Russell, some claim that you're not actually disabled but pretending to be!" "Mr. Russell, it’s been three hours since someone claimed you were with a woman. A lot could have happened in that time." Zoey stepped in front of Russell, shielding him from the onslaught of questions. "Is the 'girlfriend' they're talking about me? I didn’t know that the press would spend their late-night hours chasing gossip. There's been an earthquake in Estercoast, and they desperately need disaster relief. Instead of spreading positive stories, you’re just here speculating based on rumors. I think you’ve forgotten the responsibility of being a reporter. If anyone spreads more of these rumors, we’ll be suin

Chapter 17. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Brianna's POV. Although I couldn't say if his words were true, but for someone who sells newspapers, I don't think there was any reason for him to lie to me. I mean, that would only ruin his business. Besides, it was right there: the image of JetFlex. Even though I'd never seen it before, but it was right on the front page of the newspaper. Now that I think about it, I could have gotten it to read more about the happenings in the company.

Don’t ask how. Spoiler: Papi Zane had not been kidding when he said he would shut the media down. I glanced at the dead TV. At the window facing the lake. At the kid on the couch, now trying to show Zoe how the chicken “wiggled its butt” by dancing on the cushions. D: Explain. No legal terms yet. Brain is off duty. The typing dots appeared. Vanished. Appeared again. I could picture Sophia in a cold courthouse hallway, file pressed to her chest, glasses sliding down her nose.