Demi Fox Novels & Stories

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

Yet there was barely in fire raging between them. Demi had spent the past several years of her life in the public eye. They witnessed all of her antics and hardships. When porter came on to the scene, they called them the golden couple. He was the guy that would tame the lioness. Demi went from acting out in public to being demure and reserved. She wasn’t the same person that they grew to love to hate but write about. Porter kept her from being who she was; wild, free, open, and loving. It wasn’t a bad thing per say. Just not what she thought she wanted.

The room was full of noise and laughter amongst the few groups of friends. Demi and her minions sat at the table next to the footballers. Demi was your typical mean girl. She was beautiful and stylish, with long wavy blonde hair that bounced down her back and flawless bright skin. She was the kind of girl that all the guys wanted, and all the girls wanted to be. She would prance down the hall with her short skirts and high heels, as everyone else stepped out of her way. You would never catch me in clothes so short and tight, no one would want to see that anyway.

I chuckled mirthlessly. “No!” She promptly said, “I’m here to prove to you that I'll do any and everything to make you happy.” She went off into a lengthy speech on why she’s the best choice. My mind drifts on wishing for the days to pass quickly. Demi rose from her chair and slipped the straps of her dress down to her shoulders. She pushed the garment down so that it pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of it. She fondles her teardrop-shaped breast to tempt me as she stood in front of me with nothing but her white lace hipster bikini panties. After doing a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn, she akimbo and does that sexy sway with her body.

That's already a sign that she's not ordinary. What can they expect from the only white fox in their kind? There is this legend that a white fox will only emerge every millennium or often more. In the legend, the white fox is bestowed with God's favor and blessing. The white fox has tremendous power and ability that no other foxes can compare. But due to the history of Daria's parents, instead of being hailed as pampered, she's being hated and her existence turned into an abomination of their kind. "Daria, after school, write a 10,000 words reflection and submit it tomorrow." The Elder Fox Chief was still able to reign his temper. This is thanks to Daria, for being unruly every day. His temp

What’s with the Russo crap am I not a De Leone or is there some kind of special ceremony where I gain the title like back in the old days where people would fight to the death. "Hey Babyface please call me Demi, or Demitria, which is my name by the way. Miss Russo sounds so formal and makes me feel old and I'm not old. Do I look old to you" his eyes travel the short length of my body then back up to meet my eyes after taking a pit stop on my chest. ‘My eyes are up here asshole’ I think to myself when his eyes stay on my chest a little longer than necessary. "No. As you wish Miss Demi" I roll my eye at the miss part but I don't miss the way his eye scan my body again before we continue to wal

As Darian begged on his knees, I didn't even bother to look up. I just kept stroking the trembling snow wolf pup in my arms. "Maeve, please..." Darian’s voice cracked with a sob. "I know Amara was behind the silver fox, that she cut herself at the clinic..." "I know everything," he wept. "Please forgive me. Give me one more chance." I finally lifted my head to look at him. "You think that's what I care about?"

“Then let’s burn the board.” Later that night, Dominique stood in her bathroom, steam curling around her face like smoke from a ritual. Her reflection was still her own—but she no longer trusted it. She wiped the mirror clean and wrote a name on the glass with her fingertip: Fox. Then, beside it, she wrote one more word: Hunter. And under that: Me.

He acted like I was a plague and focused on his good for nothing mate and even if she was getting better and smelt less, it changed nothing in my eyes for a pig will forever be a pig and you can never take them out of the swine. Demi was a pig and I was determined to send her back to where she came from. I couldn't bare seeing her frolick around, acting all nice with the pack members and the shit about her being the red wolf, a very powerful wolf. I couldn't care less, she stood no chance against me. She was as skinny as a twig with a fish brain and she looked like a corpse, she had nothing against me even if she was blessed with all the powers in the world.

"I'm here to tell you about my sister. Not the dead one. No, that one. Sitting over there with her ex-husband. Dani Fox. I'm sure you all know her for many things. But one thing you certainly don't know about her is that she's a little demon of doom. Don't let her innocent angel face fool you!" Gasps and whispers break out in the room. I can feel the piercing eyes on my back and on the side but I don't turn to look at them. I fix my eyes on my brother who's also looking at me. Spite in his eyes. Damien tries to stand from the seat but I stop him. Again.