Gregory X Roxy Novels & Stories

"You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—" Roxy steps between us, cutting my words off, her back to me, her hands reaching up to cup Miles' face. "Miles, do not listen to her," she says, her voice trembling with that calculated vulnerability. "She has always been like this. Always wanting what I have. She is obsessed with you. And she overdosed on drugs. She is not even thinking clearly." "That is a lie, Roxy, and you know it!" I cry, tears pouring down my cheeks. "You know I have waited for him, and you and Mom even taunt me about it. You always say Miles—"

Gregory yelled, and he walked passed Zoe, Jane was mad, and she didn't care to talk to Zoe, so she went outside, Roe was outside making calls when his eyes fell on Zoe who was smoking badly. "Whoa! She smokes, I don't know if Craig likes Crazy women." He was talking to himself, and the next thing, he jumped down. "Who are you?" Zoe asked like some frightening cat. "I am Roe Rod and you are?" "I don't make friends with my enemy, if you are not a friend to my love then you are not my friend."

“Now come here before I combust from the lack of affection.” Scarlett rose, balancing Theodore on her hip, and met Roxy halfway. The hug was immediate - tight, real, and grounding. They remained in that position for a moment. “You smell expensive,” Roxy mumbled into her shoulder. “You smell like airplane peanuts,” Scarlett shot back, smiling against her hair. “Rude,” Roxy said, pulling back with a playful scowl. “Also accurate. God, it’s good to see you.” Scarlett’s gaze softened. “It’s good to see you too.”

Even her name felt like a punch to the gut. "Well, well. Running away from a little vet?" Roxy's voice cut through his spiral. She was leaning against her cherry-red Harley, looking like sin in leather pants and a cropped Iron Fangs cut that showed off her toned midriff. "That's not like you, baby." He glared at her. The endearment felt wrong now, like ash in his mouth. "What are you doing here, Rox?" She feigned innocence but the bitch was anything but innocent. She was always up Blaze's ass and didn't hide she wanted him as her chosen.

"You are aware of Faye’s exceptional character. She has had plenty of suitors ever since she reached adulthood. It's time for someone to mend her emotional scars now that she's divorced and has given up on that jerk. Right now, you are the one who is closest to her. You have an advantage. Act quickly and take advantage of this chance. Otherwise, you'll regret it when someone first wins her heart.” Stefon scowled a little. "I didn’t—“ "Well, just continue to deny it. You'll look back and regret it." Lost in contemplation, Roxy pursed her lips. She abruptly got up from the chair because she felt a slight urge to urinate. "I'm going to the bathroom." "Okay," Stefon said nonchalantly. Fay return

He smirked a little bit. "Hello, my name is Roxy. What is your name?" She spoke as if she were speaking in a trance. The man gave a friendly smile. "My name is Chris."

He asks raising a eyebrow. "James you always look like shit. And yes it looks like your cock blocking ass was too late to kill our joy, fuck yes the night was fun" Roxy says sassily before showing him the bird. "That's a shame, well good thing I'm here for the rest of the week and I'm going to be the biggest kill joy. Like for starters, go put on some pants child, you look like a 2 dollar hooker" he says in a voice which I think he thinks sounds like mom.

I’m striding inside, chest heaving, ready to explode. The place is half full, with some of the guys playing pool and others drinking and chatting it up. Roxy stands out like a fox in a henhouse, leaning over the bar like she’s begging to get fucked, sipping a beer like she just got her lips done. When she sees me striding in her direction, her lips twist and her eyes narrow in a knowing smile. Almost amused. “Trouble in paradise, big boy?” she practically meows, twisting a lock of her hair around her painted nail.

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

“I had a hunch and I metal-scanned Tequila and she did the same to me. It was in her wrist Bry. Her fucking wrist!” “Woah!” His orbs widened. “We need to get it removed quickly and really carefully.” “We already got rid of it Bry. One wrong move and I could’ve lost her.” Storm’s voice took a low tone as he ran his hand through his hair out of frustration. “That’s wild.” Bryan mumbled, still in shock. “Find the rat Bryan. For Ro- Teq, that much is true. “Yes boss.” Bryan smiled at his close slip-up. “I know she goes by Roxy, Storm.” Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her.