Becca Fox Novels & Stories

Her nose lacked classical perfection. Her mouth was too big, but her silver-fox eyes sparkled as if she was lit up from within and the glow that emanated from her eclipsed every other woman in the room. And, as time caught up with them, his body reacted as if she had touched his personal blue touch paper. Pulse, heart rate, all the physical responses leapt into overdrive, but it was more than a lustful response to the kind of stimuli that probably had half the men in the room in the same condition.

"If you are Celine Young just because you feel you are Celine Young, then I am Emma Watson as well..." said Beatrix, my only best friend that I am currently relying on. "You are not listening to me. I don't even know how to make you believe that I am the person you have known all along. I didn't do plastic surgery but all this just happened to me." "Fine. If I believe you, what do you want from me?" "A place to stay. Let me live with you..."

For the next twenty minutes, they ate and drank Ace of Spades. Then a woman sashayed over. She wore a black dress that was so tight on her it’s a wonder she could breath. Her lips were painted fire engine red and her black hair was even blacker against her pale skin. She looked like the human version of that old cartoon character, Betty Boop. “Cat,” Derek said as his brows rose half way up his head. “You’re back in The Fox Hole?” Chelsea did not like Derek’s reaction to the woman. “Mmmm, yes,” she purred.

And Faye was playing the role to perfection. She glided through the crowd in a stunning red dress that hugged her curves like liquid silk, her blonde hair swept up in an elaborate style that showed off diamond earrings Beverly had never seen before. She moved through the room with the confidence of a woman who belonged there, accepting congratulations and well-wishes as if she were already Mrs. Diro Carter. Beverly watched from the sidelines as Faye kissed society wives on the cheek and charmed business associates. She was magnificent, undeniably beautiful, everything a mafia wife should be.

"Get out of my chair." "Maya, let's be reasonable...." Xavier started, his voice dropping to a low, manipulative hum. "I am done being reasonable," Maya interrupted. She grabbed the silver fountain pen from his hand and snapped it in half with a sickening crack. The black ink splattered across Xavier’s white shirt, looking like a fresh wound. "You wanted a dance with the Phoenix, Xavier. But you forgot one thing: a Phoenix is born in the fire. I’m not the 'Invisible Mrs. Blackwood' you can manipulate. And I’m certainly not the 'fragile' woman your sister can scare."

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

She was dreading inside saying that, when in fact she is Faith Merchant – she always will be – no matter what the world believes. “Ah, yes.” Faith could see a ghost of annoyance on Felix’s face. He was failing at this. Maybe he thought it would be easy for him to break Faith. He scratched his eyebrow, “So, will you be coming to the gala next weekend?” He asked. “If dad says then yes – sure.” She smiled.

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”

Wolf breath taking, devilish good looks, he was already much more handsome than average. However, being Imelda’s assistant and always following her around to film shows, Anna had seen many handsome celebrities and was thus rather immune to it. Yet this immunity of hers was probably only ineffective against George. "Hello, manager, Felix, I'm am Anastacia." Anna walked to Felix Grand office table. "Hello, please take a seat. I've already heard from Ezekiel about you. I've heard that regarding the incident on Imelda spreading online, it was you who had advised him?

Dylan asked again. “Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.” “‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”