Becca Fox Novels & Stories

In moments seven faces stared at her, studying her with curiosity or dispassion, depending on the Elder. It was all she could do not to claw her way up the back of her chair and escape. The most ancient of faces, a man with a white beard and the dignified essence of Sean Connery, looked at Fallon. “Good morning, my lord. Felicitations on your latest mission. I trust all goes smoothly?” Fallon inclined his head. “As can be expected, Elder Azion.” He glanced at Rain. “This is Rain Lilly Zephyr Miller, daughter of the late Rian Miller.”

The deity agreed upon seeing the spirit’s pure intention and she changed. Dex was dreaming and she saw Lyra walking up to him. Lyra did a sugar plum fairy- like routine or so Catherine thought. Lyra was wearing a white dress and a flower crown but it was not a surprise if the audience would really see her as a guardian of the forest or a fairy of the forest. She was able to deliver the role, perfectly. Even her fairy-like steps. Lyra was holding a flower and it was as if she was telling her love to Dex. She gave the flower to Dex and did a pas de chat and a grand jeté as if she was telling him that the flower would grant him a wish.

"What about babe, baby, honey, honeypie, darling, sweetheart….." "Stop it!" Maya blushed. This man was out of his mind. Those cheesy words coming from his mouth made Maya's body to be covered in goosebumps. "Which one do you choose?" "Nothing. Just do whatever makes you happy." "Alright, honey," Ashton said shamelessly. "I think the princess is better." "I will go and see if the servants can prepare you some food," Ashton said as he got up from his seat. "Wait." "Aren't you hungry?"

Beta Apollo wasn’t joking. She’s barely wearing nothing. Sasha gritted her teeth and rubbed her hands together as she covered both her breasts. The white see-through dress, embroidered with golden threads, is as good as nothing. Right. She’s a prize to be enjoyed. Tonight, she’s not a shivering young woman who expects to be warmed by two marvelous Alphas. She shouldn’t care if her middle remains exposed for whatever eyes dare to land on her body. She is Sasha Forster, desired by two Alphas. The prize of two Alphas.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

"Ha ha ha, you're only worthy of being with lowly women." "You!" Richard Harris, feeling discouraged, heard her "declaration." Suddenly, his inspiration returned. This girl was sometimes calm and adorable, like a bunny, and when she got angry, she was like a fierce lioness. Truly interesting. But wait, what did she say? Did she dare to curse him? Fine, she had the guts. Maybe she had the audacity of a crocodile or a honey badger? "What did you just say?" Roxana Nelson pointed at his face, raising her voice. "You're a demon! A scoundrel! I, Miss Roxana, have no interest in you, you selfish fool."

A hand wrapped around my wrist—cool, elegant, unhurried—and I was pulled back behind the veil like a prop whose scene was over. My feet stumbled. I was weightless. Then I was spun gently, and I came face to face with her. The Fox. Her mask was off now, hanging from her fingers by a thin silver ribbon. And god—she was even more devastating without it. That black hair like a waterfall, sleek and shining. Black eyes under heavy lids, lashes thick, lazy, ringed with dark eyebags that made her look like she hadn’t slept in centuries. A beauty mark sat right above the left curve of her lip like a painted-on sin.

"What's she doing?" "She's looking for Beast. She wants to give him a thank you kiss." Someone made kiss smacking noises and Beast reached out and swatted the back of their head. When the two women returned to the elevators everyone cleared out except Christopher. He sat down and flipped cameras until he located Ashleigh and her friend. She looked good, healthy, pretty. He was satisfied that she was all right. But he still didn't turn away from the camera.

“Veronica is coming.” ‘So that is her name... Veronica.’ Felix thought to himself, he did not felt the slightest of fear and worry of what Cassiopeia has said. He felt excited and thrilled to meet the woman, even on the fact that she will come to destroy them. He felt to himself that he wants to claim the woman as hers. And take what he wants. All his life he always believed and knows that, he can have whatever he wants no matter what it takes.

Her voice was strained, conveying a mix of dread and disgust at the creatures surrounding us. Beatrice's voice quivered with horror and repulsion, "I can't look down," she said, "The snakes, their eyes, the flames, urgh. I'll be sick..." She uttered the last sentence as if fighting the urge to retch, her voice colored with nausea and terror at the ominous sights and sounds surrounding us on all sides.