Clever Fox Tavern Key Novels & Stories

Derek asked. Being bored out of my mind with my pathetic sisters. “I’m looking around my closet trying to figure out what to where tonight. My girlfriends and I are going to go out tonight.” Chastity and Caitlin looked at Chelsea like the liar she was. “How about you ditch them to go to The Fox Hole with your husband?” he said in a deep sexy tone. “What’s The Fox Hole?” “It’s a club between New York and Jersey. Very exclusive. You’ll love it.” “Sounds good. What’s the dress code?”

"Hmmm... I bet the owner of the store put more effort into writing it rather than thinking the title itself." The tavern was like an 'eat-all-you-can' place. They have to pay 100 gold coins per head if they would like to eat. An additional 50 gold coins if they would like to stay for the night. Audrey pays a total of 250 gold coins. Just enough for food for two and one room in one night. All expenses paid, thanks to Nero and Lee clan's treasury. ~~~ [Well it was such a pity to just let you guys piling up there useless. Come with me and I will put you to good use.]

"Ruthless. I knew you had it in you." He beckons me closer. "The old meatpacking district," he whispers. "The slaughterhouse on 9th. There's a sub-basement under the cooling floor. That's where Kyros keeps his... toys." "The slaughterhouse," I repeat. "Access code is 7-7-3-4," he adds. "It spells 'HELL' upside down. Kyros thinks he's funny." "Thank you," I whisper. I stand up. I brush the dust off my robe.

The place was dimly lit and filled with smoke, the scent of alcohol lingering in the air. Gasher, Zen, and Furo made their way into a tavern, it was filled with people from all over the town. The air was thick with the scent of ale, smoke and roasting meat. Gasher and Zen found a table in the corner, where they could observe the rest of the room without drawing too much attention to themselves, while Furo went to the bar to order a drink. The tavern was filled with locals, all of them talking and laughing as they enjoyed their drinks. The three men found a table in the corner and sat down, trying to blend in with the locals.

Fair, too fair. The shutter is halfway up now. Low enough to crawl. High enough to lose time if we argue. We drop to the ground and slide under one by one. Me first. Aurora after. Sebastian last. He pulls the shutter down behind him just as one of the men reaches it from the inside and slams into the metal. We’re out. For maybe twenty seconds. Then Aurora looks down at the keys in my hand and goes still. “What?” I ask. She points. The silver key has a tag on it, stamped in tiny letters. Vale Street, Box 7. Not the bank, not the river.

Mother popped open her black silk umbrella, holding it over both of us as she guided me toward the neon-lit entrance of the tavern. The sign above the doorway flickered in buzzing blue and crimson neon, spelling out The Cracked Tusk. Two massive bouncers who looked like they had been dishonorably discharged from the pack guard years ago stood under the dripping awning. They narrowed their eyes at us as we approached. Our designer coats, silk dresses, and the unmistakable scent of high-ranking noble blood stood out in this gutter like a splash of blood on white snow. One of them shifted his weight, preparing to step into our path.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

“It’s not a trap.” A beat. Then two. Samuel’s smile widened. “Lucky you.” He released her with a casual shove, like dropping a towel. She stumbled, caught herself, and looked up—straight into Fiero’s unreadable expression. “How do we get the key?” he asked, voice devoid of emotion. “It’s in House Elect’s common room,” she said quickly. “But they move it every day. You’ll have to find it yourself.” Mika yawned and stretched, joints cracking. “Sounds fun.”

Maverick sits so casually in the booth I want to stab him with a fork and knife. I just came back from the bathroom and slid into across from him. The little shit is acting like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Nope, he so didn’t just fingerfuck the living daylights out of me in the alley right around the corner. “I already ordered us drinks,” he tells me as he looks over the menu. My eyebrows raise at that. Did he now? “What exactly did you get me?”

I prayed that we were in the wrong location since I couldn't be trusted near him, although a married woman is allowed to gaze at him because there is no harm in a sexually starved wife fantasizing about having an affair. "Dude, is this a stable farm or not? I really need to go to the bathroom. The anxiousness that Kerry exudes is clear to see. "Yes, that's it; you'll be residing in that converted barn over there," he said, pointing to the structure on the other side of the enormous farmhouse. "Password is 1234, and the keys are in the key box." After that, he walked away while saying something to himself under his breath. Kerry yelled in his direction, "Thank you very much!" "Talk about not