Glamrock Foxy Novels & Stories

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think your agenda hasn’t changed.” “I confess, Shana Price, I’m crazy about you, and if we follow my agenda, after we finish this meal, we’ll go back to my place and continue not talking about anyone else. I’m okay with not talking at all. Personally, I like those noises you make when you’re too consumed to talk.” With each word I say, pink fills her cheeks until they’re both as red and rosy as my grandmother’s—who used to wear way too much rouge. It’s not that I’m an expert on makeup, but I remember the term rouge because my mom always thought it was funny.

Gloria yelled when they had reached the door. Lucia had now cut two toxic people out of her life. The Prince and her evil Aunt.

listening to her speech, they both laughed while wiping their teary eyes before eloping into a hug. The crowd erupted into a loud applause, a lot of them even thought that the speech felt more genuine than the real sister who criticized and made her sister look bad. A couple of them could not help themselves but gossip and point it out. ... The party went on for hours till it was time for her to transform. Standing before them under the light from the moon wearing only a cloak to cover her body. Her eyes closed as she raised her head high. Crouching down, Zane’s body slowly shifts, bones rearranging, her once flawless skin grew furrs, from a gorgeous woman, before them tonight under the moon

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.

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.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? I’m living with my mate, I’m in love, and beyond everything, I’m safe and accepted by my pack. So, of course, dick-head, I’m alright.” Before I could even answer her, she looked at us and said: “Oh, and by the way, the Sam you knew is dead; my name is Foxy.” Blake tried to reach Sam’s arm, but before he got too close, she snapped at him: “Try that. I will let Lily show you what she feels about you. You know Blake, Lily, and Lucy have chosen Logan as her mate, so there are no affection, love, or even memories for either of you. You stay away from me. “

I stared at Fennrick in silence. Seriously… how full of himself was he? However, I couldn’t deny my racing heartbeat. At this point I was convinced Fennrick had hit me with some kind of fae glamour spell. Because I was, unfortunately, just a little obsessed with him. I follow a ridiculous number of hot guy influencers, but none of them—and I mean none of them—looked like this fox fae. Fennrick’s physique walked that razor‑thin line between sensual and elegant. It was a feast for my eyes.

I glance upwards and use my wolf eyes to check. “No, it’s private.” Roxy nods and smiles wickedly at me. “Undo your belt and get those pants down, Big bad wolf, I’m going to give you dirty head that will blow your mind.” “Dammit, Roxy you say the filthiest things, my cock is ready to explode now.”

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.