Gregory X Roxy Novels & Stories

He moved so that his hands were resting on the table and he was leaning forward a little more, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke. "There's a pack of rogues on the western border. They are planning to attack in the early hours of tomorrow morning," I said without so much of a thought. I didn't really want to die and I didn't want anything to interfere with the plans I had put in motion. "I have patrols covering every single border. They haven't spotted anything."Jayson raised an eyebrow at me.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

“This isn’t a gangbang, dear. It’s a bachelor party. You can take one or two customers to satisfy, and leave the others to my girls. You’re greedy.” I was just asking. Why did he have to be so mean about it? I looked around again. Still no Johnny. Just a bunch of testosterone-packed jerks like him. “We should make him the happiest man tonight before he gets tied down forever,” Roxy sighed dramatically. “It could’ve been me. But no—I was blessed with balls instead of a hymen.” “Roxy, I—” “Take this,” he said, shoving a blue pill and a shot of something strong—tequila, probably—into my hands. “Now!”

Roxy whispered, staring at the girl hooked to the IV and her face somewhat looking colorful from the pale complexion. " I hope so too," Beatrix answered, sitting on the loveseat. Her head is running a mile per second thinking about where Ricardo has gone and why her heart and head are so wildly working worried about him. Roxy sat on the couch in front of the love seat looking into nothingness as today's incident has shaken everyone pretty badly and they can't seem to get out of it. Roxy was a member of Jake's gang but she never put her leg into that side of the gang and Rob always made sure that his little sister was far away from the dark side.

Roxy rolled her eyes, a dramatic smirk breaking across her face as she leaned forward, tossing the tissue box onto the nightstand. "Oh, please," she teased, her eyes dropping to the front of my shirt before flashing a wicked grin. "He didn't hurt you, did he? No. He just riled you up. And honestly? I am in support of this. I am one hundred percent in support of you using Marcello to get over Dave." "Using him?" I shouted, my voice cracking as I threw my hands in the air. "You don't use a mafia don, Roxy! He uses you! He has a contract!"

I have spoken to my dad briefly but avoided him because I don’t know how to explain why I loved Marcus, but I need to, Jake’s parents are his friends. “Roxy had a Dominatrix. They were together for three years. Roxy was her submissive. However, the woman let Roxy go. She used my business more than having a submissive herself. Roxy obviously was upset by it. She knew I owned it and somehow she got attached to you. She made it look like she wanted me hoping we would break up, but she wanted you.” So, we really didn’t know who Roxy was then.

Her expressive brown eyes were filled with uncertainty and nerves. "Greyson," I introduced as I pulled back, giving her some space. She seemed as lost in me as I was in her, but there was something about her and how uneasy she was that had me assuming she was inexperienced… innocent. I felt like I had just won something as I came to that realization because whether it was today or a year from now, I would be the only one tasting and pleasuring her. "You're the Rogue Alpha," Sloane said, sounding strong, but I could feel her trembling under my hand on her hip. I wondered if she would have let me get this close to her if she had seen me only minutes ago, covered in blood.

“No, nothing. We were talking about something else.” Marco held Sabrina close as they positioned themselves in the back of the group. The apartment where they stood looked like it had been neglected for decades. The paint was peeling off the walls and the floorboards were warped, twisting around like ribbons underneath their feet. It was the most dilapidated place Marco had ever seen in his entire life, even worse than the houses he helped fix in Haiti after a hurricane. “I know that you're all wondering why I took you into this particular apartment,” James said. “This is where a very famous axe murderer lived for a short time during her young life. Her name was Lizzy St. James.”

The house she lived in was actually luxurious but Madam Morin gave her a very stuffy former warehouse room. She stared at the white ceiling. Beta Romeo always said that even though she already felt too much pain due to the man's words. She knew the reason why he hated her, because she had been a rogue. Beta Romeo is the guy who hates castarogue the most. How could they not, they can only destroy a peaceful and peaceful pack into shattered if they are acting up.