Eggsy Roxy Novels & Stories

As the rest of the girls stood still, April G made her way out of their circle. I must get out of here. But as April G started to run away, Roxy’s body began to glow with green energy, and she began to transform into a stone-like creature with bat-like wings and glowing green eyes. “You got to be kidding me,” April G said as Roxy escaped her time freeze. Roxy flew towards April G and not her against the brick wall leading at the end of the hallway. As Roxy charged at her, April G thrust her arms forward to freeze time again. However, Roxy seemed unaffected by heard ability and flew straight towards her.

"The rest of the fighters will be a hard sell; I plan on working them. What about the women?" "Most of them think you're hot as hell, that could come into play. Ellen, Sharon, Kate, Karinne, Suzy, and Cathy will be hard nos. They're all James groupies. The ones with mates will do whatever they're told. That leaves about ten girls I could try and persuade." "Work your magic, because all we need is one." "I'm not worried," Roxy said. "Let's celebrate." She stood up from Lucas and grabbed the hem of her dress. In one move she stood nude in front of him. He took her body as she presented herself to him.

Even her name felt like a punch to the gut. "Well, well. Running away from a little vet?" Roxy's voice cut through his spiral. She was leaning against her cherry-red Harley, looking like sin in leather pants and a cropped Iron Fangs cut that showed off her toned midriff. "That's not like you, baby." He glared at her. The endearment felt wrong now, like ash in his mouth. "What are you doing here, Rox?" She feigned innocence but the bitch was anything but innocent. She was always up Blaze's ass and didn't hide she wanted him as her chosen.

At the same moment, Roxy’s own futa cock erupted untouched, shooting thick ropes of cum that mixed with her squirt. The entire club watched in awe as Roxy woke up squirting, her body thrashing, eyes wide with shocked ecstasy, throat still locked in Vesper’s chokehold. Vesper finally loosened her arm just enough for Roxy to suck in a desperate, sobbing breath while still cumming. “That’s my girl,” Vesper purred, still buried deep and grinding the knot at the base of her cock against Roxy’s entrance. With one final thrust, the huge knot swelled and locked inside Roxy’s womb, flooding her with hot, thick seed.

Roxy had been relentless in her persuasion, a force of nature armed with glittery eyeshadow and an unshakeable belief that a party could solve anything. "It'll be fun! Everyone will be there. You need to let loose and celebrate our big win!" she'd argued, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I, wanting to be a good friend and secretly hoping Roxy was right, had reluctantly agreed.

She offered. Kai shook his head, “Don’t bother, I will avoid egg whites for it.” He replied. Benji, who was silently drinking his soup, hummed as he looked down at his bowl, “Something is missing in it. Did you forget to put in it, Piper?” He asked. Piper frowned and shook her head, “No, I add everything I always add.” She replied. “Then what is missing?” Benji muttered. “Coriander,” Kai replied.

Roxy coughed one last time, clearing her throat as she peered down into the basket at the blackened, unrecognizable remains of what was supposed to be our fried chicken. She turned back around to face the room, her cheeks still flushed, but she forced a straight, unapologetic face as she looked directly at my woman. "Don't worry, Sienna, we're safe..." Roxy announced, her voice deadpan as she held up a piece of smoking charcoal with a pair of metal tongs. She gave a small, weak shrug, ignoring Ma’s horrified, judgmental expression behind her. "It's just a little… crunchy." The absurdity of her words echoed through the silent kitchen.

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.

I couldn’t lose her, and as much as it hurt me to see her grow old and wither away, I knew it was what she wanted. Her name was Roxy. She had a head full of medium length brown curls that couldn't be tamed if she tried. She had beautiful olive skin that tanned easily in the sun, and light brown eyes that seemed to burn into my soul with every glance. She was about 5 foot 9 inches and had the most beautiful curves. I loved her from the day I met her when she was 16, until the day she died at 92, peacefully in my arms.

she muttered dryly. “Why would she do that?” “Because her daughter is allergic to animals.” “I thought she had a pet named kito.” “Short for mosquito, basically it's the only known animal she isn't allergic to.” I blinked in shock. “So… she domesticated a mosquito and made it a pet.” “Who knows… I've never seen the said pet.” “I see…” My eyes zipped around the crowd searching for an escape. “I'm still waiting, Rosie. I can't believe you now hide things from me—your best friend.”