Glamrock Chica X Roxy Novels & Stories

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

Roxy Kane was no longer pretending to be tough. She lay sprawled across the wide metal bench on her back, legs forced wide apart and held open by Jax and Riley’s strong hands. Her firm ass and thighs glowed an angry, throbbing red from countless spankings. Both her holes, pussy and ass gaped openly, red and swollen, leaking a steady mix of her own juices and the winners’ spit. Her platinum-blonde hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and her once-sharp blue eyes were now glassy and unfocused. Her own futa cock, still rock-hard despite everything, lay twitching against her toned stomach, the head shiny with fresh precum. Carla “The Crusher” Morales stood between Roxy’s spread thighs lik

Her face lit up as she saw me, and I felt my heart skip a beat in response. "How was your shopping trip?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I eyed the lone bag. "Did you manage to get everything you needed?" Roxy chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. "I did, thank you. And you don't really know how to not be flashy, do you?" She teased, her voice dripping with amusement. I grinned, unrepentant. "I'm afraid I don't, darling. I was thinking you'd be more of a Jaguar type, but I see you opted for the Cadillac instead." Roxy's eyes narrowed, a mock-scolding expression on her face. "All of your cars are flashy, crazy, and EXPENSIVE," she retorted, her voice laced with exasperation. I laughed, deligh

I said not really wanting to tell a stranger my business "Yeah we have to see if you're the right fit for the Roxy and Lainy squad" Roxy said "I think I am Roxy, Lainy and Dee" she said smiling "You're not a psycho bitch right" Roxy asked squinting her eyes at Diamond "Nope completely normal, but I am obsessed with Chocolate" "Are you related to Chynna or anyone that goes to this school" Roxy asked "No all my family is in Virginia and Georgia and I don't know a Chynna besides Blac chynna and I'm not related to her"

Chynna yelled Tamara grabbed Alaina's braids and pulled them trying to sling Alaina so Chynna could get on top, she wasnt even able to pull the braids hard to yank Alaina off before she was hit in the face by Roxy "what's good hoe" Tamara said walking towards Roxy, who already had her set up ready to fight

A good fuck. Roxy caught my eye from across the room, smirking. I sighed. “Roxy,” I said as she approached, “why would you bring someone this young into my club?” The guys fell silent beside me. They knew my voice when it dropped like that. The girl’s expression changed instantly….her wide-eyed heat gone, replaced by a spark of anger. She didn’t look too happy about me calling her a child. Roxy slid into the seat beside me, crossed her legs, and poured herself a whiskey.

Although, Rachel does not live here so not sure how that will work. I can’t help watching Roxy as she talks to some of my team members, she looks confident sitting there in a jade green dress that hugs her figure like it was stitched on to her. All her curves are on display and that balcony top half is pressing those milky white breasts up. My dick needs to calm the fuck down, or I’ll be knocking one out in the club toilets.

Gianna The tracks are everything I imagined it'd be, rowdy. I nearly sprint back into my Uber when my eyes land on a familiar, tall chestnut-haired girl. Do I call her name? Even if I did, there’s no way she’d hear me over the noise. Just then, Roxy turns over to where I'm standing like she can actually sense me. Her eyes widen, surprise flashing across her face before it breaks into a childish grin. She lifts her arm and starts waving like a madwoman, completely unapologetic about it.

I'm about to tell Dimitri to check his own drink, but he's already slugged it back in a gulp. The lights lower again, and the DJ introduces Roxy Rotten. Roxy performs her striptease in zombie makeup, under black lights that give the illusion that she loses several limbs over the course of her routine. Then, finally, her head seems to fall off. The lights go up again and Roxy stands center-stage, miraculously whole again, and displaying her lovely green-painted figure to the crowd. "Should we go?" I say to Dimitri. It's getting wild here.

Determination painted her expression and even from my vantage, I could see her nails extend into claws. The Alpha of Red Stone ordered his soldiers to attack, but as his men lept in her direction, it was clear that they were no match for the dark-haired warrior. Roxy was so swift that she was like a shadow. She maneuvered around the soldiers and attacked them so deftly that they didn’t even have a chance to shield themselves. They fell prey to her attacks and died immediately when she ripped apart their necks in one easy motion.