Becca Fox Novels & Stories

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

The cunning bitch is trying to act like a good girlfriend. “Babe, you okay? You squeezed my arm so hard.” Felix asked with curious eyes, flexing his fingers in discomfort. “Sorry about that my love and I am perfectly fine," She replied with a strained smile “I just don't like seeing people in pain. Cause this young lady seems to be going through a lot and I am just trying to help her," she further stated, pretending almost perfectly. “I understand," Felix said, completely fooled. “Sorry, is she your girlfriend?” Amelia asked with a confused look.

Beatrice announced herself, her voice carrying the regal authority she had honed over the years. Jumping slightly, Jada turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the elegant figure before her, mumbling, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Can I help you?" For a long, silent minute, Beatrice assessed Jada with a scrutinizing gaze, her ego wounded by the fact that Jada didn't recognize her, saying, "I'm Chase's grandmother, Beatrice Aniston."

(Alexandra) “I SEE an incredibly gorgeous man and you see an enemy. We are seeing things differently, dear.” I frowned as I glanced at Beatrix, my cousin, my best friend, and my assistant all rolled into one. She was on the left side of the hall, a few tables away from me. She raised her wineglass when our eyes met. Beatrix showed up as Kenji’s partner for tonight and no one doubted her because she was a famous model in the country. She also had an established background and was also known for supporting charities.

And at its center, framed by the open maw of a window, stood a woman. She was outlined by the sun, her figure slim, her hair pulled back, her robes spilling like a pool of light around her. She did not move at first, only stood with her back to us, the crown on her head gleaming faintly. I knew it was not the true crown, yet even imitation commanded awe. “Bow before the Queen!” one warden barked. And so I bowed, though my breath caught. For when she turned, the sunlight fell across her face and revealed the sovereign of Larimar. Beautiful, severe, her eyes sharp as cut glass. She did not need to raise her voice to silence the air.

Her attire and the luxurious background exuded an overwhelming sense of extravagance. "Madam, this is what you wanted." "Mm." The woman extended her well-maintained hand, took the tablet handed over by her assistant, and browsed through the videos. At first glance, the woman appeared relatively young, looking around 40. She had already passed 50 in reality, yet her skin and figure made her stand out among her peers and even those younger than her. What was more terrifying was her aura, so cold yet with a hint of charm. She was Lauren Fox, the president of the Valentines Group and the ruler of the entire Fox family. Even in her fifties, she was an extraordinary figure.

I had the bad habit of making advances on ABSOLUTELY every beautiful woman I met. "Where is everybody?" Fabiola announced after she waltzed into the room. Forget an Oscar, she wouldn't even get a Razzie from me for that patently false performance. Buffy huffed, rolled her eyes and shifted to the edge of the bed. She fixed her blouse properly then shot a withering glance at Fabiola before getting back to business.

I know secrets and the people who keep them and this girl just said her name like it was her dogs. “Harley, I’m Bowen Fox.” I hold my hand out to her to shake and she grabs it forcefully. Someone in her life taught her how to shake a man’s hand and it’s not a trait many women these days know. She holds my eyes as her palm leaves mine. “Fox? Like…” she motions around her with her index finger. “Yep, Fox like The Fox Hole.” I state with a nod. “Ohhhh,” she says with a matching nod, “nice place.”

Emilio came up next to him, but he never took her eyes off her. “Felipe, this is Lord Simon De Grace's party. He did this because this is his daughter's first season. She's the number one pick for Prince Louis. The girl you keep exchanging smiles with is her. " "Her name, Carlos. What is it?" "That is the Lady Amaya De Grace." "Amaya. Her name is as pretty as she is."