Foxy Funny Novels & Stories

Fox responded, his tone suggesting that he had her attention, if only slightly. "I'll put Jerry in charge of that, then," she responded with her seductive tone once again. "Did you miss me?" Her unexpected question caught him off guard. "Ye_s, I did," he replied, slightly flustered. "Then why did it take you so long to respond, honey? Or maybe you didn't," she retorted, her voice tinged with anger. "I honestly did, I was just processing the fact that my woman is a spy agent or maybe even an assassin," Fox joked, and she let out a playful giggle.

Byeol stood with her hands on her hips, Sasha standing by her side as the two marched over and shielded Luna from him. Hearing the footsteps of a third person, Jian stepped out onto the balcony. "Foxy, why did you run away? All I asked for was your number!" Jian looked like a poor kicked puppy, eyes locked onto Sasha, who clicked her tongue in annoyance. "For the last time, playboys are not my type! So why don't you and your creepy friend here back off and leave before I make you leave!" Sasha confidently stepped forward, popping her knuckles, showing that she was not messing around.

This is wild. [Is any of their evidence real? Do they even have a son?] Linda checked the comments, face on fire. "No. This isn't possible. Willie can't be a dog. Jemma, you rigged this!" They didn't even glance at the boy in the corner. Still locked on Willie. I smiled and gave a sharp whistle. "Willie. Three barks. Spin." He barked three times and turned in a clean circle. I folded my arms. "Now you believe the dog's name is Willie. So tell me—how were you that confident you could give birth to a dog?"

"Hey! No one drinks water in my baby car. These are real leather seats!" "Well, I might just leave 'a little masterpiece' in your baby, then." I put on a pained and innocent look. Deep inside, though, I'm dancing to disco tunes. "Damn it!" "Drink up!" I twist off the cap, letting the cold water chill my stomach. Although I'm not on the verge of vomiting uncontrollably, irritating Skyler feels immensely satisfying. I mean, we're nemeses; annoying each other is part of the fun, right?

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.

Rhiannon’s POV “Hey.” Stephen leant down and kissed the crown of my head, before moving down to scratch behind my fox’s ears. The little creature came everywhere with me, now. I hadn’t named him, not properly – I just called him Foxy, which Cin had taken and morphed into Foxy Spangles, for some reason that I honestly doubted even made any sort of sense to her. I smiled up at him, tipping my head back so I could kiss him. “Hi,” I said against his lips, my smile growing wider as he grinned against my mouth.

It looked like she had just gotten in a fight with a wild animal. "Nice!" Kye chuckles and pecks Roxy's cheek, "Sounds like all of you had fun." Kye says. "Anything else?" "There's a lot, but since you'll be here for a few days, we'll let you in on the details. For now, let's dig in peeps," Roxy kisses Kye's lips. "PDA much," Vic teases and Roxy rolls her eyes at him. "He's mine, duh!" she says and we all chuckle.

“I didn’t expect the Silver Fox to be quite so...” He paused, a wolfish grin spread across his lips. His eyes darkened as he looked at me from my untameable hairstyle, my white tank top, to my skinny jeans. “Foxy.” My instincts were telling me something completely different then fight or flight. I sighed deeply, glowering at the bastard. “So I’m guessing the Silver Fox doesn’t change your mind about letting me go?” Cassar looked down at me. “No.” I hate the word no.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

She hissed as Mateo caught the gun before it could reach the floor. He put his cold hand around her nape and pulled her forward – until her forehead was inches away from his. Faith shrieked and gaped. He placed the gun on her throat. Faith gasped as Mateo pressed the barrel into her throat, “You are not as smart as you think,” He commented, “You have a lot more to learn, Foxy.” He added.