Zoë Aot Novels & Stories

“Take a seat,” Zoe heard and slowly walked to the chair in front of her. She took a sit, but kept her gaze low, hoping that he would not recognize her. “So, what is your name?” “Zoey James sir,” Zoe replied, still keeping her gaze down. “And how old are you?” “I'm 19 years old, I'll be turning 20 in months.” “You've only got a high school degree, I see, how did you manage to get this job?”

It was quite intimidating Zoey. "I'm Zoey Lavigne. I'm Dionysus Chevalier's secretary. I'm here to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Chevalier regarding the cremation of Mr. Hermes Chevalier." Zoey could feel her heart beating like she was going to faint because she doesn't know what to expect by meeting Dionysus' parents. But, upon remembering the possible heartbreak Dionysus would feel if ever his grandfather would be cremated before he could even see him for one last time, Zoey braved herself more. "I can do this. I'm an aries."

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

“I hate to burst your bubble, Uncle, but my aunt’s house is tiny. There are no private rooms. And she’s very old-school about these things. If you don’t want her chasing you through the woods with a shotgun, you’d better behave yourself tonight.” “She won’t catch me.” Aaron lazily closed his eyes, then inhaled deeply, burying his face into the back of her hair. “Did you wash your hair?” “I did. Smells good, right? It’s a natural herbal shampoo my aunt makes. One of a kind.” Zoe tossed her head slightly, letting her hair brush against his face. “Smells incredible,” Aaron murmured, his eyes opening, his gaze darkening several shades. It didn’t just smell good—it was intoxicating. That fresh, s

Jolene smiled warmly at Callie. “Thank you! It really is.” Kyle nodded to someone and stepped to the side as another woman walked in. “Jolene!” She practically ran to her and they hugged each other. “I was so hoping you would be here!” “Great, another one.” Cara muttered. “I’m surprised you’re still alive.” The new girl rolled her eyes at Cara. “Not winning any popularity contest when all you do is to be on your knees.” She turned and looked at me. She was much shorter, but was still gorgeous. Shorter brown hair curled around her face. She wore a spaghetti strapped romper with five-inch heels. She wasn’t as muscular, but very toned. “Hello! My name is Zoey. Alpha Leo’s mate. We are a little

"But I won't hurt them. I am still me." Suddenly, Zoey's stomach twisted in a painful knot, and she let out a groan. Dimly, she registered the sound of footfalls approaching behind her, and then a shadow fell on the floor. She slowly turned around to see Ozone crouched in a kneeling position with his palms flat on the ground. Her gut clenched again, a solid wave of rage pulsing through her body. A sudden ache in her mouth caused her fangs to vibrate in her gums.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

James was looking Zoe up and down. Zoe was clad in just a simple red silk robe that clung to her slender body. She didn't have the hourglass figure that Ashley had but she was full in the breasts and slightly round in the ass with narrow hips. Zoe brushed a strand of her auburn hair from her face as she sidled up to him, pressing her chest to his. She ran her hands up his body to wrap them around his head, pulling him down to her so that she could kiss him.

I kept my face blank. " Why, I thought you would miss me?" She said, pouting her little heart-shaped face. She hops off the desk and puts her robe on. She knew I was a sucker for that face. Zoe is beautiful with red curly hair, perfect skin, and silver-grey eyes. She is tall and confident. It's one of the reasons I was going to make her queen if I never found my mate. We both had a mutual understanding about it though. She knew I was looking for my mate.

Was she beautiful. Zoe was short — tiny, actually, the kind of small that made you want to stand beside her just to feel tall. She had deep brown skin, huge dark eyes that caught the light in a way that made them look almost amber, natural hair pulled into a round puff on top of her head with a few loose curls framing her face. She had a tiny nose ring on her left side, full lips, and the kind of face that was effortlessly pretty without trying for it. She was wearing an oversized grey hoodie that fell almost to her thighs, black bike shorts underneath, white low-top Converse, and she was carrying a tote bag on one shoulder and holding what looked like a box of pastries in both hands. She lo