Megamind/roxanne Novels & Stories

Instead, he moves to help Roxanne, who’s been uncharacteristically quiet since the blowup, pushing her bike out of the garage toward the tracks. “I’m sorry,” Roxanne whispers as she passes me. I grab her wrist gently before she can disappear. “For what?” She leans in, her voice barely audible over the engines. “My sister’s behavior. She’s just… obsessed with Dmitry.” Oh. An obsession he clearly fuels. I force a smile, one that feels stiff and unnatural on my face. “That’s it? Please. It’s not a big deal.” Roxanne doesn’t buy it. She studies me for a moment, eyes nearly burning my skin off but it's still kind, like she’s reading my very soul, I know they say blue eyes read the soul but grey e

Their voices were always heard by Roxanne, but she didn't expect the number of undead to be so numerous. Roxanne went from a state of fear to a state of helplessness as she watched the spirits scramble to play Ouija. Roxanne was not an ordinary girl. She had the ability to see ghosts after an accident at the age of twenty-two. Roxanne not only lost all her memories but was also gifted with eyes that can see ghosts. She heard people say that she was an orphan. Eating, studying and all expenses were the things Roxanne has to take care of herself.

Seth asked as we heard a truck drive up the tractor path on the edge of the field. Izzy let out a sigh, "Yeah. I'm Damian's mate." Seth stared at Izzy in disbelief as the truck stopped at the end of the tractor path, and Roxie got out with her arms full of clothes and blankets. "Damian didn't tell you?" Izzy asked with a not-so-surprised look on her face. Seth shook his head as the three of us walked toward Roxie. "We really didn't have time to talk." "I brought some clothes for the two of you. By the way, I'm Roxanne Sangoma. Lead warrior of Moon Rain. Everyone calls me Roxie," the strange woman that I saw on the front porch said as she handed Izzy some sweatpants and a hoodie.

I wanted to be feminine tonight and Ted wasn't needed at all. "Iris," He said and took my hands, bringing it to his lips as he placed a soft kiss on all of my knuckles. I felt quite irksome but I had to endure for a reason. "My name is McMahon. I am the Alpha of Ravenclaw," I raised my brows. I had heard about McMahon of Ravenclaw and his rakish habits. Now that I was seeing him in person, I believed the rumors. He had a panty dropping smile and a pair of blue eyes that could undress you. I wasn't going to lie but his eyes were doing something to me.

“Lock her in the cellar until she reflects and repents.” “No! You can’t do this to me! I’m the daughter of the Shadow Pack Alpha! My father will destroy this place if you dare imprison me!” Amanda shrieked, her hair falling in disarray, face twisted with madness. Her voice turned guttural, broken—half crying, half laughing like a creature losing all reason. Just then, another voice cut through the chaos. “I won’t help you anymore.” The crowd parted again. It was Alpha Alex, Amanda’s father.

"I don't know Margaret. But the most important thing right now is keeping my daughter safe. You know what Gerald did Damon. He killed his entire family. He murdered Damon's mother in front of her very eyes when he was a kid and now, all he wants is revenge. And that's why he grew up searching for Roxanne till date because she's Gerald's only child. Margaret,you won't blame me if I'm scared. Only God knows what Damon will do to Roxanne if he lays his hand on her. I don't know what to do". I sniffed and buried my face in my palm. I was really so scared - scared for Roxanne.

ROXANNE’S POINT OF VIEW. My nails dug into my palms, creating crescent moon shapes as I bit my lip angrily. I stared at my uniform with disdain; the plain colours meant for the scholarship kids felt like salt on an injury as I tried my hardest not to scream. My name is Roxanne Lemaire; my grandmother’s last name was the name I’d chosen to take on because it felt exotic, perfect, luxurious. I was the fucking queen! Not Sloane fucking Bishop….oh right, Everhart!

Roxanne neighed affectionately, nuffling into the embrace of the Supreme. Roxanne was very different from a Red Maned Horse now. In fact, one couldn't call her a Red Maned Horse anymore, for her mane had transformed just like most of her physical features. The formerly red mane was now golden yellow like Mane's hair. Her eyes were also similar to the Supreme, as they were now ocean blue. She was still pitch black, but her hooves were now as white as snow. But these weren't the most startling changes. The most startling change was her wings. Yes. Roxanne had wings now. Her wings were similar to those of the mythical angels and when outstretched they covered a distance of three meters each! Th

Maurice, the security guard said excitedly. “Maurice. Good morning,” she replied. “Jess and the kids are well aren’t they?” “Yes, Luna. And you’re looking as radiant as ever.” “Oh Maurice, you better save that charm for Jess. Send them my regard.” As we got in the elevator, I was baffled at how she was able to remember all these names. I could hardly remember a name after a couple of minutes but here she was remembering ‘Maurice’ and ‘Jess’. Would I also have to go through all this? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t part of the job description.

A bead of sweat slides down her cheek and down to her chin; she's pretty nervous. I opened my mouth, hesitant, but before I could speak up, she stepped in front of me. “I've discovered my mate, and it's Remy," she announced, unwavering. Must have bit back the fear at the last minute. The silence fell, as if our words had vanished into the walls. The alpha's expression darkened, his aura now polluted with anger. "A Rogue?” He spat, venom dripping from his words. “You would choose a man of stature over a lowly rogue?”