Foxy Artwork Novels & Stories

The rogues were laughing with glee and were about to shout out and rejoice when suddenly their jaws dropped open. One by one the bones started rearranging themselves and the torn flesh slowly covered up the wound as if it was folding over itself. Within a few seconds the Fox King was brand new as if nothing had happened. Not even a spec of blood. As he slowly turned towards the rogue ones , his eyes began to blaze.

It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

Jen’s cheerful voice rang out, drawing my attention. I created the art of her beauty, the girl I saw on the first day of her shift in the café. She was stunning, utterly captivating. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to capture her essence on canvas. I wanted to depict her sitting on that counter table, but my desires went far beyond mere admiration. I wanted to possess her, to feel her beneath me. Yet, I knew it wasn’t the right time. I had to bide my time, wait for the perfect moment to make my move. So, instead, I channeled my desires into my artwork, unknowingly mirroring her presence in my painting. As I worked on it, I poured every ounce of longing and desire into each brushs

I whine. "Just one more.......Ok." She gets up and sits on the edge of the bed with her pad. "Ready?" I roll to my side and prop my head on my hand. "Show me." She shows me. "It's not finished, but I'd love to put this on canvas." I grin. "Sold!" I chuckle. "Stop!" She hits me with the pad. "Hey!" I laugh. "Careful with my artwork!" I snatch the pad from her.

Ace POV She looks fantastic as always- my girl foxy (Scar). She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love her. And I will make sure to know what her mate is up to. Perhaps he is marrying her friend, and maybe he is just playing a game to get her back. Either way, I will make sure to keep Foxy mine. She will never leave me, and I won’t fucking allow it. She is mine, and I will fight dirty if I have to.

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.

Instead of arguing, I approached the stand and unveiled what lay beneath the cloth—a painting. The three wolves' reactions were immediate and distinct. My father's eyes narrowed in assessment, Derek's widened in appreciation, and Bernard simply looked confused. The painting was extraordinary—a Fenrir-like creature with massive wings, executed in traditional Northern Territory ink style. The beast seemed to leap from the canvas, its green-gold eyes burning with life and power. "Northern Territory ink art—mythical beasts from ancient wolf legends," I explained, watching their reactions carefully. "This is my exploratory business idea."

The guests erupted into discussion before quickly lowering their tone, though Faye had already heard enough. Frederic grinned upon seeing the canvas. "What a wonderful gift, knowing I'm an avid art collector." "Why don't you unfurl it, Grandpa?" Victoria ushered. Sherry also urged, "Yeah, hurry and show us, Dad. Faye is Light Moon Designs' top designer, after all. This might be her own creation!" Frederic didn't intend to open up the painting, but now that both women were pressuring him in, he had no choice but to unfurl the canvas. Though not without shooting both of them a glare first.

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

It felt like stepping into a modern temple hidden inside a billionaire’s fortress. At the far end stood a massive statue of a white fox, carved from polished stone. It was the centerpiece of an insane art gallery—intricate canvases flanking it depicted neon forests, high-fashion models, and foxes stalking through the brush. I walked toward the sculpture, mesmerized. The beast was frozen mid-leap, one paw just touching the pedestal, its two tails arched toward the ceiling like twin whips. “Hey, Daniels! Get back here!” June’s voice hissed, cracking my trance.