Fnaf Roxy Fanart Romane & Geschichten

She wanted to do anything, even if it meant bothering a heart broken she wolf during her pity party just to forget or to stop her mind from thinking about what Aiden had said or how he didn't seem to have any trust in her and more importantly , she didn't want to think about the L- word not to be said or accepted right now which meant she wasn't in a rather good mood to consider whether or not she cared about Aiden ( which she clearly does but thinking about it was out of her options currently ) " Roxanne ? can I come in ?" asked Rosalie as she knocked on Roxanne's door which held a board hanging that said - I would rather punch The Alpha in the face than allow Trish in .It didn't surprised

"You stole my sketches and new products, causing major losses for Erinnyes. I've talked it over with my partner, and we've decided you need to compensate us with five million dollars." Hearing the large sum, Roxy's face turned cold. "Yasmin, you trying to extort me? Five million? Are your lousy designs even worth that much?" "Why not? I see Protean's new products selling well." Those were all her designs, after all. "What's that got to do with me? Amy sold those sketches. Find her instead. Oh, but she's dead. You'll have to dig up dirt to find her." Roxy smirked.

~2 Days Ago~ “Tell me more about Felix,” Faith asked as she takes a bite of an apple wedge. Mateo squinted his eyes, “Felix?” He asked. Faith chewed the apple and nodded her head, “Felix. The hot Asian member of the ally that gives off Oppa energy,” She added mush to Mateo’s dislike.

This bitch. Roxy stands up and without delay she's shouting. Sabrina doesn't seem to be affected by Roxy's threats and rolls her eyes. She is in a really short, black dress and her lips are painted a sinful red. Her fake lashes today are way too long, how does she even blink with those things? How does she even see through those lashes? And her makeup is just... too much! I bet her pores are screaming for air. She just disgusts me even more now.

After everything was over, Roxy lit up a cigarette, and the middle-aged man beside her put his arm around her, "What happened? Who made you upset?” She lifted her eyelids and exhaled. “I want to become an artist.” The middle-aged man frowned. “What? Why do you suddenly want to become an artist?” Roxy nestled herself comfortably in his arms and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let your wife know about our relationship. I have my own reason for becoming an artist. Isn't the chairman of Tenet Media a relative of yours? You just have to ask, and I'm sure it won't be a problem for me to sign under Tenet Media.”

Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires. "That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”

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.