Foxy X Roxy Novels & Stories

Clara said and approached her. The rabbit opened its eyes wide and looked at Clara. Even though Clara didn't show her ears, the rabbit recognized Clara as a fox. Clara has bright red curly hair. Her slanting eyes are significant and seductive, and even her heart-shaped lips are incredibly dreamy. Clara is such a beautiful and charming fox. Feeling safe, the rabbit turned into a beautiful girl again. "My name is Dove. I'm sorry that I slept here without your permission." Dove talked in fear.

Roxy slid into the seat beside me, crossed her legs, and poured herself a whiskey. “June, this is Adrien. Adrien, June,” she said casually. “She’s my new friend.” I raised a brow. “Since when do you make friends?” “Since today,” she answered, lifting her glass. I glanced at June again. “Is she even old enough to drink?” Roxy shrugged. “Old enough to keep up.” Then she winked at a blonde across the room. The girl got up immediately and moved toward us. Roxy leaned close to June, brushing her lips against her ear.

Great! I see Teagan move before anyone can stop her and she punches Foxy in the face and is on her fighting with her. Foxy is screaming as Teagan punches her, pulls her hair and slams her into the wall. Antonio is trying to pull his wife off her, but Teagan turns on him and he backs off. “You dumb, stupid little girl. I know it was you. You did this to my daughter and I will make you fucking pay for it. Mark my words Roxanne Foxy Barnes. You are dead!” Foxy whimper and cries.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

He smirked a little bit. "Hello, my name is Roxy. What is your name?" She spoke as if she were speaking in a trance. The man gave a friendly smile. "My name is Chris."

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov

I’m striding inside, chest heaving, ready to explode. The place is half full, with some of the guys playing pool and others drinking and chatting it up. Roxy stands out like a fox in a henhouse, leaning over the bar like she’s begging to get fucked, sipping a beer like she just got her lips done. When she sees me striding in her direction, her lips twist and her eyes narrow in a knowing smile. Almost amused. “Trouble in paradise, big boy?” she practically meows, twisting a lock of her hair around her painted nail.

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

“Oh, he has been sold a few times. But the customers kept trying to get… intimate with him. He hated it, so he kept running away.” So… he was pure? A chaste fox fae? The owner added quickly, “We have a one-month return policy, no questions asked. Try him out. Just… if he helps you get rich, you can’t try anything physical with him, alright?” I glanced at the fox fae again. Well… since the owner said all that… Fine. I’d take him. ⸻ I practically skipped home with my new fox fae in tow. On the way, I tried to break the ice. “So… what’s your name?”

“Don’t worry. Everything’s under control. Sarah loves me, and soon… Aaron will too.” “And what if he doesn’t?” Rosie asked, her voice more serious now. “Wow. The lack of faith,” I joked, then added, “She calls me Roxy. I call her Sarah. We’re tight.” Rosie blinked. “That’s… still weird. Don’t you think it’s kinda fast? You guys clicked too quick.” “It’s working though,” I said. “Faster than I thought. Sarah’s basically helping me without even knowing. I’m gonna take everything—Aaron, her rep, her family. Crush it all.”