Gregory X Roxy Novels & Stories

I could sabotage her plans to leave, or maybe even convince the council to change their minds. But as the hours ticked by, I began to feel a sense of restlessness. I needed to do something, to take action and so, I made my way to the one person who could help me make my plan a reality. I found Ryker, Darius Beta, of the rouge pack in the training room, his muscles rippling as he sparred with one of the other wolves. I watched him for a moment, admiring his skill and strength. Ryker has always been in love with me be for he left to join the Rouge pack and now it is time to prey on that weekends.

Focus Roxy! I intended to express gratitude for the job with Aaron. As I approached, I saw her standing by her Mercedes in her brown trench coat, oozing her usual warm but stoic aura “Professor McLain.” I called just as she was about to get into her car. She shut her door and flashed a pleasant smile that did not touch her eyes at me. “Roxy.” She said my name casually like I was a long time friend or something. There was something about her eyes tonight, they looked dreamy, like they had been robbed of sleep.

He smiles with the corner of his mouth, in a way kind if dirty way that made me hold my breath for a few seconds. One word, just a thought hammered my head while he went away, parading his well shaped ass in jeans involving it perfectly. TEMPTATION… And I’m running away from some kind of provocation like this, that’s why it’s better not to look. He goes on to the pool table and talk to a few clients, Penelope whisper in my ear, making me embarrassed: “Hunter, his name is Hunter Vaugh, he’s the owner of this bar, close your mouth Maggie, you almost drooled after he went by our table.”

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

When she's out of sight, Roxy clears her throat and I realize that I have been staring at Sabrina, shooting invisible daggers at her. "So, Bethany, huh? How may we help you?" Roxy asks, her voice is laced with pure sarcasm. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and leans against the door frame, scanning Sabrina from head to toe. "I come here in peace–" she begins but Roxy cuts her off. "Bullshit!" Roxy sneers while rolling her eyes.

Although he brought me clothes, it didn’t erase what Huxley had just done and I dressed up in the cream suit dress he had gotten me, my mind replayed everything that had happened between us just now. It was weird. Despite my hatred for him, it was hard to deny how my body had reacted so obviously to him. Also, there was Roxy’s reaction to him. “Roxy, why are you not angry anytime you see Huxley? He rejected us.” I question as I stepped out of his office and straight into my office. “His wolf wants me,” came Roxy’s reply. I don’t know if it’s just in my head but she sure did sound a little angry. Was she angry at Huxley’s wolf or Huxley?

"The rest of the fighters will be a hard sell; I plan on working them. What about the women?" "Most of them think you're hot as hell, that could come into play. Ellen, Sharon, Kate, Karinne, Suzy, and Cathy will be hard nos. They're all James groupies. The ones with mates will do whatever they're told. That leaves about ten girls I could try and persuade." "Work your magic, because all we need is one." "I'm not worried," Roxy said. "Let's celebrate." She stood up from Lucas and grabbed the hem of her dress. In one move she stood nude in front of him. He took her body as she presented herself to him.

-ZOYA- I stare at his back, speechless. Ragnar deflecting was extra annoying, but I know he wasn't kidding about the five minutes. I type in Xander's number, my heart racing faster with every digit. It might have been from the adrenaline from the fight... or the tension. How would Xander react? Maybe he wished I was dead like every other person... Maybe he no longer wants anything to do with me. "Who is this?" Xander's cool voice cuts through my thoughts.

“Are you ready? Or do we need to go over anything once more?” I take a deep breath and smooth my hands over my tight black mini-skirt. “My name is Roxy, I’m 22, and I’m here on a school exchange program.” Dante nods. “Perfect. And if someone says you don’t look familiar?” “I say I know John.” “You’re ready.” I beam when Dante suddenly stops the driver. “Pull over for a second. Into the alley.”

His only interest was inflicting pain for no reason. No one knows how we came about, even we did not know. History got lost somewhere, the history of the crazy werewolves called rogues. I followed Logan to a room which was large, green being the theme color for it. I frowned because it reminded me of the pack we came from and that was probably the point behind it all.