Becca Fox Novels & Stories

"Hey Miguel,what bout Bexley? It's been long I heard from her. She's okay right?' Mexico** Being the strong headed this, Bexley tired her possible best not to shed tears in front of Fiona. But the hot wax was more hotter than she imagined Her once flawless and spotless skin has now turned hot red Heck! Her shoulders are peeling off slowly. She got whipped bout 5 strokes with a long horsewhip and now... Fiona is back again "What did I do to deserve this?' Bexley sniffed letting the tears fall in multiudes. Her lips and face were sneered with blood. Her entire body so weak and at the verge of collapsing "Awwwww, please don't cry chica. Ain't done with ya. Heck,you got 3 more months to spend wi

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

She was as dumb as a sack of nails but also pretty sweet when she wasn't being weird. The last was Starliss Bexley, the most beautiful in the group. She had everything possible to be tagged a queen bee. Beautiful and silky honey blonde hair, healthy powder sugar skin, bright aqua blue eyes. If I hadn't grown up with her, I would have thought she was proud and conceited and went after the football team, but she did none of those things. She was just a quiet sweetheart, and probably the only one among us who acted like an adult.

He remembered this dress—it was the same one she was wearing the very first night they met at the Cipriani Club. That was the night her ex-boyfriend broke things off with her—the same night he helped a very drunk Fiona to the lobby because she had too many glasses of champagne. She’d come a long way since then. For her to wear this show-stopping gown tonight was relevant for the themed evening. She was Daisy Buchanan in the flesh. When the crowd noise died down, Fiona took a confident step toward the microphone. Her blonde hair was held back from her face with a headband decorated with a single black feather plume and revealed her

The pleasure she received from him was unparalleled and it drove her to discover new depths every time he gave her that delicious smile. Of course it was Baroness Fairfax today, not Athena the vanishing water nymph. Dressed in a regal plum purple, her gold and emerald necklace from Felix shimmering at her throat she emerged from the carriage to a quiet chorus of whispers. Felix met her hand and guided her out, a wry smile and a raised eyebrow. “I see it you are causing all the fuss these days,” “Well, apparently I have scandalous ways too,” I whispered lowly back to him with a smile, oblivious to the crowd.

Her short black hair frames her face and is cut just above her chin, her light brown eyes look like they’re shining from the adrenaline she’s feeling, and from her smirk I can see a deep dimple in her left cheek. Her voice is taunting as she says, “Well, well, well, if isn’t Penelope Fox’s daughter, the new white wolf.” She gives an over exaggerated pout as she says, “Looks like she got caught in the wolf’s den.” My eyes flicker around me, I need something to help me get leverage. Her eyes look wild, and I know this is Beatrix Black, but I find it odd how much more wild and unhinged she looks compared to her brother who had been cursed.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

he says, raising his shoulder slightly, his eyes gleaming with hope. “Yes,” I huff. “And maybe chocolate cake.” The sniffs. “The cake will be cut after the dances. But it’s not chocolate.” “What flavor is it?” I ask, already recoiling. “It’s a fruitcake.” I gag. “Disgusting.” “I know.” The orchestra swells, grabbing our attention, and before I can blink, Naomi’s gliding across the floor, pulling Zeke along, and he lets her. She sets her glass aside and—fuck me—he takes her hand.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?