Glamrock Foxy 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.

I started by bobbing up and down while I began rocking my wet center against his legs. “Fuck! Enough, sweetheart. You’re killing me with your mouth and your pussy all at once.” I sucked him hard, pulling him out of my mouth with a pop. Xandry cursed, sitting on his bed with his knees bent together. He gripped my arm, pulling me closer to him and uttered a grunt, “Ride me.”

William exclaimed, pointing at the enemy behind Foxie. In a second, the color of Foxie's eyes changed. It turned yellow and glowed like stars in the night, just like William's a while ago. The girl's sharp nails had sunk into the enemy's neck even before the opponent's fang landed on her shoulder. Foxie did it in front of and while facing William, not looking back at the opponent. The blood of the enemy runs down her long nails and into her fingers. Nothing on Foxie's body was different except her eyes and nails.

Once I applied the foundation, she could almost pass for a completely normal person at first glance. "They're actually covered!" she exclaimed, touching her lips in amazement. "The previous makeup artists never managed to do this." I smiled. "This is special effects makeup. Not many people know how to do it." She pointed at her neck. "Make sure to cover the livor mortis marks here too, please." I complied. Noticing her slightly flat nose, I added contour and highlight, instantly giving her face a more defined look. Finally, I chose a soft, glossy peach-pink lip tint. It made her look like an innocent, pure young woman. The contrast would make her terrifying grin all the more shocking when sh

I don’t think I just act. I hear what sounds like vehicles. I put the guns away and run to Rebel. “Rebel, it’s ok. Mommy is here. Mommy has got you.” I untie her and pick her up and grunt in discomfort. She clings to me as I turn and run with her to the door. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” I stop and turn to see Foxy flicking a lighter in her hand and I sniff the air and I can smell gasoline. “Let her go Foxy, that was the deal.” I say to her as she walks closer. She is wearing a skirt that barely covers her pussy, a top that just about covers her chest and sky high heels. Her red hair is down in curls and her makeup is on point.

Filthy swine! Roxie had no intention of stopping; it gave her an odd sense of enjoyment she hadn't felt in a long time but a muscular arm looped around her waist and hauled her away from Gloria. "Let go of me, Ryker! I need to paint her face!" She struggled against his hold. it wasn't bruised enough!

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I roll my eyes after hearing the known voice I don't fully turn back yet. " I thought someone kidnapped and killed you," Glow speaks sarcastically. How the fuck I forgot she exists in this world. Another Rogue werewolf just like me, a real friend of mine after Bernor who is no more in this world. " Hello to you too Glowy fish!" I say with an irritated restrained voice. not now glow, I don't like getting disturbed when I am with Lexi. " But here you are, alive," she straightaway ignores me. Too arrogant to be my type in simple words, so becoming friends was the closest thing we could have. That is what we choose to become.

Troy struck hard and fast, his fangs coming away with a sizable chunk of meat from the writhing rogue’s throat. Before Troy could leave the side of the dead rogue, three warlocks clad in black gowns appeared. Neither could mask the shock in their eyes when their gazes fell on the dead rogues. Fury and disappointment filled the eyes of one particular warlock when her gaze landed on the dead rogue lying beside Troy. Her red hair and blue eyes gave away her identity, thanks to Amber’s detailed description. The sound that left the warlock’s throat caught the attention of the golden wolf. It turned to look at whoever had made that sound and froze.

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.