Foxy Brown Drawn Together Novels & Stories

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It's splendid!" Leaf squealed. I looked towards the talker and flinched with shock and fear when I saw a fox sitting in front of me. The fox was 5.7ft tall, with rose gold fur with a long white streaky trailing from his head to his fluffy tail. His paws were white too and the inside of his ears red. He was beautiful. "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. "You are so cute, Foxy!"

“I’m done with Lily’s drawing!” Aaron declared proudly as he waved his drawing wildly in the air. Unlike Emerald with her letter, Aaron’s piece of paper was actually important. He ran towards Cassie and Felix – who had disentangled their bodies the moment he shot up from Felix’s chair – and held up his drawing so that they could both admire it. “That’s Cassie and that’s me and that’s Lily.” He explained, pointing to the various stick figures on the paper. As Felix didn’t own any crayons, Aaron had done his drawing using pencils and blue and black pens.

Really all this is just daunting and scary but I'll survive. I mean if Persophone is still with me, which I'm sure of, then I'll survive I guess. *** The end. Yes friends, we have come to the end of 'Brown'. Thank you so so much for reading this little piece of work. 👏👏👏. If you have questions let me know. If you want a sequel, I'm available. Thank you so so so so much for reading and commenting and all. You're all so beautiful. Okay I'll stop talking now.

He wants his mate to be a werewolf like him, that’ll understand pack life and pack politics, have all his pups, and play house. Not a stupid fox. Not me. “Well, we foxes are a different caliber than werewolves!” I shot back in frustration. I desperately look away from his body, trying not to be swayed by him. Instead, I breathe in his scent and I feel a bit antsy. “We’re not exclusive.”

Chapter 36 Foxy’s POV I’m no longer Sam. I feel it so clearly as we walk to the table where Alpha Blair and my old friend Micki are waiting. Sam would never betray Micki by hooking up with her fiancé behind her back. Shit. What was I thinking? I didn’t know that was for sure. And, of course, the Alpha didn’t resist me either. If not, he welcomed my advances. I’m Foxy, and that will never change. I won’t dwell on the past anymore. I will continue my journey to my independence, but I need to be wise regarding what the Alpha can do for me. I need my wolves. It doesn’t matter how great Ace is; he can’t make me completely whole. I need more.

It would be cruel to me. I'm surprised the wolf listened to me. From behind, I watched it as it looked at the two men escape as if it regretted its action of listening to me. The creature then slowly turned around and walked past me, heading further into the woods. I followed him. Pausing under a tree, I watched as he made his way towards a cliff and halted near the edge of it. The moon shone brightly down on its body, allowing me to see its dark and light grey fur with tints of black and brown clearly.

It was a crayon drawing on plain white paper, smudged with a jumble of hues: brown, green, blue, red, yellow, lines wobbly and unsteady, the hand of a four-year-old child. At the center sat a square brown house topped with a triangular roof, three wobbly curved lines curling upward from its chimney to represent smoke. To the left of the house stood two stick figures hand in hand, one tall, one small. The taller figure had brown hair and wore blue—the fog-blue suit Jenny often wore, the closest shade of crayon Daniel could find. The smaller figure also had brown hair, clad in green: Daniel’s favorite t-shirt. A thick, heavy red line stretched between their clasped hands, pressed hard enough t

Reese was cutting out butterfly wings, while Roxy was sticking tiny pieces of felt onto what looked like a cat drawing. “Come see what we made!” Jared announced proudly, hurrying ahead and grabbing a painting from the table. He turned to us, holding up a small canvas, his smile wide. “It’s a tiger!” he said. Phoebe gasped dramatically. “Whoa! That’s awesome, buddy. Look at those colors!” Jared grinned, beaming from the praise. Then he pointed at Roxy’s work. “Roxy made a kitty.” Roxy lifted her glue-covered masterpiece with a satisfied smile. “It’s a special cat.”

Couple this with their high attacks, neither Mistaken Fox nor the minotaur knew whether or not they should laugh or cry at the situation. After a few minutes of fighting like this and getting nowhere, except maybe closer to death, Mistaken Fox finally did something he hasn't done since he got the minotaur. Taking a moment to allow the Stone Axe Minotaur to tank all three brown bears, Mistaken Fox backed off a bit and withdrew his minotaur back into his talisman form. This action left the brown bears stunned for a moment. Taking advantage of, Mistaken Fox immediately turned tail and ran away, leaving the bears stunned for a second before deciding to give chase.