Marie Fox Figure Skater Novels & Stories

Marie was interested in the story because it’s rare for him to remember unimportant people. “I don’t know her name but she is an adopted child of Schina’s mother,” he uttered. “I finally understand it, she seems to be interesting.” Marie stared at her while she was staring at her too. “I want to get rid of her,” he muttered. “No problem, I can help you with that!” Marie stood and ask him to stay in his room for now and rest while she pretends to talk with her staff. Axel rides in the elevator while Marie was watching the lady’s action, she blocks her way when she notices that he was planning to tail him.

I wasn’t given a chance to reply as the woman from earlier, came forward. It was Maria, the Fox Woman and she made her way to the middle in amber clothing which was decorated with a fox material on the right hand. Her chin high enough to compliment the clothing, in a leading demeanor. “Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the second phase of the games.” she said with a slight bow at the King, Draco letting out those words. The King was sitted right ahead, on his throne with two powerfully dressed men beside him. Maria turned her gaze to us like she checked if we before facing the King saying,

They had both not made any sound whatsoever aside from the freezing breathing they made. “This is cool too. At least, we get to skate in our minds and in our heads,” Maria retorted as she tried to blow a hot breeze into her palm even though she wore her gloves. “This is total suffering. I’m off to the car,” “No. Come on. You’re gonna spoil the whole fun of this!” “Fun? It's not fun, Maria. I’m freezing. At this age of mine, I should always keep warm at all times. You’d get why when you get to my age,”

She said aggrievedly, "Because you're walking too fast. My legs aren't as long as yours. I had to run to catch up." Ambrose's heart softened. Just as he instinctively lifted his arms to embrace her, the distant voice of a skating rink announcer interrupted them. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the figure skating competition. Today marks the annual event here on Monarda Island. The winner will receive a grand prize. Don't miss this out, sign up now!" Larissa's ears perked up at the announcement, her eyes lighting up with excitement. The next second, she left Ambrose's embrace and dashed away.

They'd kill her again. Marie's flat shoes barely made noise when she walked. Her white apron was fastened smartly behind her neck. Her shoulder length messy auburn hair was packed in a bun in such a way it framed her sixty years old face. Marie had served Axel all her life. Her parents who carried out fetish practices had dedicated her to the fate god when she was a baby. And now she was human, she had served him wholly with all her heart. Axel had become more than just her sacred master , he was family.

“Please forgive our lateness. It is an honor to stand before you.” Augus’s gaze softened into a mockery of kindness. “Ah, Marcel Fox. At last. And you’ve brought your daughter, as I requested?” Marcel hesitated for a moment before nodding quickly. He turned to Skyla, gesturing toward her. “Yes, this is my eldest daughter, Lady Skyla Fox.” Skyla curtsied gracefully. “King Augus.” Augus stepped closer, tilting her chin up with a delicate yet possessive touch. Skyla’s cheeks flushed a deep rose as his piercing gaze examined her. Her crystal earrings swayed in the moonlight, catching its silvery glow.

I have my stuff stashed for when I visit anyway. I glance at the girl standing in front of me, her arms still wrapped around herself. How can she be a figure skater? She's fucking small, tiny even, barely reaching my shoulder. I hate to judge a book by its cover but I can't help it. Figure skaters always looked tougher on the ice than off it.. My mind struggles to reconcile her delicate appearance with the brutal demands of her sport. "Even if I led with that, you'd still would've left."

Austin widened his eyes. He wanted to dodge, but his legs were rooted to the ground. Hence, he stood frozen in place. Slam! Maria knocked Austin to the ground. She did not think she would trip over her heels as well, and her body was leaning forward as she lost control over it. Her arms were wide open, and she crashed into Austin entirely. “Mr. Fike? Mr. Fike, are you alright?” She hurried to get up, but it only made her press down on him even more.

Marie's lips twisted into a wicked smile, as if the room's tension had finally worked in her favor. She had been waiting for this moment, and now everything was falling into place. She moved forward deliberately, her heels clicking on the floor, each step a testament to her deliberate control. "You don't get it at all, do you, Fiona?" Marie's tone was low and venomous, with a darker undertone, a threat as much about control as power. She gave the long, measured glance at Fiona before her attention focused on Charles, as if verifying the truth she already knew. "You think this is all about you and your daughter? About your little, temporary 'family'? But it's not. It never was."