Foxy X Roxy Novels & Stories

Her fist landed against the wall and the stench of her blood quickly filled my senses to the point that it made me feel physically sick. "You can't blame me for the fact your mate was stupid enough to get into a fight with a bunch of rogues. That was his decision. It's not like I held a gun to his head and demanded that he fight with them," I sniped back at her. I knew that they wanted to find Jayson and that they were losing hope of him ever returning but picking a fight with a bunch of rogues was never going to pay off.

The wall behind it mirrored, glass shelves held various bottles of liquor, stools sat lined up like soldiers in front of the slab of timber that had been painstakingly sanded and stained. A jukebox glowed in one corner of the room, and on the other side, a pool table whose green felt had seen better days. The stains of blood and drinks covered the once vibrant surface. A large oak table took up the middle of the room, twelve heavy chairs surrounded it. One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES”.

as if they had been waiting for him this time, the Rogues put their Power-nullifying net over him , instantly subduing him. “ No, ” Roe gasped. “ Not him. Let him go. Take me, ” She begged. The Rogues began laughing. “ You? ” one of them grabbed her face and pulled up towards him, “ You are beautiful and fiesty but you are just a wolf. He… . Just look at this, ” he lowered the orb like thing in front of Roe.

My hands tremble as I type in Scar's number. "This is Zoya," I say the moment he answers on the second ring. "Oh my goodness, Zoya. Tell me you're safe." "Yeah, I am. I'm okay." I keep my voice from trembling as I nod, looking around the dark woods. I just fought a bunch of rogues for goodness knows why, Xander just confirmed that he wants nothing to do with me, but of course I was okay. There was no other way to be. At least I have Scar. I still have him.

“I didn't know all of the details when I applied, but I figured there would be a catch. Traveling will be fun, though, I think.” “That sounds like a ball,” Faye said, her tone alive with excitement. “Yeah, it really does,” Sabrina said. “And so who will you assist?” Faye asked “What’s this person like?” Suddenly the image of Marco in his soft linen shirt and glowing skin filled her head. “He’s incredible.” The words spilled out before Sabrina could filter a more appropriate response. Aunt Faye laughed and leaned forward. “Do tell.”