Chica And Roxy Novels & Stories

“Um-girl, am I missing something here? What’s in this chocolate ice cream that’s making you so happy?” “Nothing at all”, Roxy replied, sliding her tongue on her own swirl “I’m just happy you are open to trying ‘new’ things and not just the vanilla because you’re used to it.” Scarlett stared back at her startled before finally understanding what Roxy meant “When did you find out?”

Back to work 3 "Ouch, Lia..." Roxy complained but smiled. Because she's pointing at the tuxedo that she sketches, and her friend's index finger is pointing at the part in the middle of the manhood. "Lia. Is that thing really good? I'm just curious because, you know, no man has already popped my cherry yet." There was a grumble in her friend's voice. "Hey. Don't you have any shame, Roxy Barbara? Where did you learn that shit, hmmm...?" Lia said frowning.

The big man walked a step or two behind the woman, so that she reached them first. “Hello. So pretty,” she purred. “I would strap them to a Saint Andrews cross.” A Domme, Victor realised meeting Vice’s eyes, and saw that his partner had caught the reference. Her voice was familiar, and Victor tried to place where he had heard it before. A singer, he thought, frowning, trying to remember the band or song. “Vice and Victor, this is Vixen and Shadow,” Raven introduced her. “Vixen and Shadow, Vice and Victor.”

Roxy had gotten plastic surgery to look like Daisie. Although she did not look exactly like her, one could see some similarities between them when they observed closely. Since Daisie could become popular, Roxy could become famous as well. The middle-aged man put on his jacket and said, “I can help you with that, but make sure you keep your lips tight.” Roxy chuckled. “Don’t worry. I will.” After a few days, Roxy became an artist under Tenet Media with the middle-aged man’s help. When the manager at Tenet Media saw Roxy, he was stunned.

" Marco froze like the life had been yanked out of him. Then hit the floor, hard. Sophia, clearly annoyed Marco was still hung up on me, shot me a death glare before strutting over, hips swinging. She clung to him like she was marking territory. "My nails are all chipped~" she whined. "You've been with her this whole time. Tonight, you owe me DOUBLE!" Marco just stared ahead, totally wrecked. Then Sophia leaned in— Smack! He slapped her clean across the face. "Where'd you find that foreign expert?" Voice dead cold. "I—I had connections!" she blurted. "He's the top guy overseas! I worked SO hard to bring him—"

There's a pause on her side and I think the call has ended until she sighs. “So… I might be calling in that favor tonight.” “Uh… sure. What’s it?” I ask nervously, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. Roxy grunts on the other end, then sighs again. “I have a race tonight, and I need a tagalong.” A race? Like… bikes on a track? With all the smoke, rough men and possibly deaths? The laugh punches out of me before I can stop it. I laugh so hard Dmitry actually squeals, the sound sharp and startled beside me.

On the floor are my black Chuck Taylor hightops. "Hmm! Not bad," I say picking up the shorts, "Not bad at all." Roxy knows how to blend in colors even though she mostly wears just one color, black. She comes back to the room and helps me do my hair. I choose to wear mascara only and just a little dab of lip gloss will do. Once I'm fully dressed, and had my breakfast, Roxy informs me that she already called an Uber for me and I squeak. "You are such an angel. Take care of Snow." I hug her and she smiles.

Elisa said with a smile, staring straight into Roxy's eyes. "If you dare lay a hand on Robert, I, Roxy Sloan, swear that I'll fight Blossom Hall to the bitter end!" Roxy was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering white glow as a formidable pressure surged forth, striking everyone present with a profound sense of dread.

Everything is fine. Just ask she arrived eight feet from her dorm, two of Roxy’s friends blocked her path. “This is so not worth it.” Bonnie G quickly turned away but was soon confronted by two more of Roxy’s friends. You have got to be kidding me. Fearful of exposing her abilities, Bonnie G ran as far as she could towards the end of the hallway. Until finally, Roxy appeared out of nowhere and through her against the lockers. “Remember Me, Tramp?” Roxy said as she shoved Bonnie G against the lockers.

I recognized them immediately as they were campus celebrities with thousands of followers all over on social media. The blonde with perfect waves and a tiny cheer uniform was Bianca. The tall brunette with sharp cheekbones was Ashley. And the one with dyed black hair and heavy eyeliner was Rebecca. They were all staring at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of their shoes. “Um? Yes?” I asked, raising my head to meet their eyes. Bianca smirked, tilting her head. “You’re Roxy, right?” I flinched at the nickname. Only Diana and a few close people called me that. It felt wrong coming from her.