Monty X Roxy Novels & Stories

EIGHT MONTHS LATER ADIRA “And what about this one Luna?” “That’s rosemary Ashley,” I answered with her gasping, nearly having me laugh. “What does it do?” Remy questioned with her eyes wider. They could never say no to an opportunity to play with dirt. I took Remy in, her hands muddy as she pat them on the soil around the tomatoes. “I mainly use it to cook Remy.” She gasped. Anything I would say to them would have them wide-eyed and gasping.

Marco, still clinging onto Roxy, said, "This little maniac just got into a fight." Roxy pushed off of Marco, her hair looking disheveled, and said, "No, if you're going to tell the story, tell it right. I didn't get into a fight. I beat a bitch down." Marco shook his head, chuckling, and said, "Right, that too." I looked at Roxy and asked, "What happened?" Roxy exclaimed, "I was walking onto campus like normal, and then I saw her. Immediately, I saw red."

he added sarcastically. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Roxy asked. “I’m The Cold Monster. And I’m not here for the chalice anyway; not my job,” he laughed showing a row of uneven crooked teeth. “I need to find apt folklores, that’s my job.” Roxy looked at him with disbelief. “So all of this was a trap?” she uttered.

Maya said, looking at Roxy. "What the--," Lisbon said and looked at Roxy. They knew who Roxy was. If the woman called her grandmother, it meant she was the reincarnated son of the moon goddess. "Let's talk." Roxy said, with authority. It's exactly the reason why we're here. I'm sorry for my wolf's actions. "Please rise Carter. " Maya said that made Carter out of the bounds of the command. He stood up and walked to Roxy without taking his eyes off Maya.

“She’s one of us, Marek.” “Who is she? Is she a rogue?” Marek asks, his eyes widening. As the others on the search team return to their homes to shift, I tell Marek all I know about Roxy. “She’s hidden deep in Moonbeam Valley in a tower. She had long golden hair. She’s beautiful… but she’s a wolf shifter with no pack, no training. She doesn’t even know she’s like us.” Marek exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And you told her?”

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.

She stepped out of her panties, bent over the kitchen table and spread her legs, "Hurry baby. Come on my sweet motherfucker and make me cum." We were fifteen minutes late getting to Jerry's. I introduced Jerry to Mona and then mom said, "You can take off. It will probably take Jerry and I a little time to get aquatinted. I'll call you on your cell when I'm ready to be picked up." Not having anything better to do I drove back to the motel and looked in on Roxy and the seven guys she was entertaining. I don't know why but I never get tired of watching of Roxy being gangbanged. It might have something to do with the fact that she enjoys it so much. She enjoys it so much that she keeps on doing

Druid's Rise Maya felt Roxy's presence before she saw her – a dark, twisted energy that made her druid magic recoil. She'd just finished treating a pack member's pup when the temperature in the clinic dropped, frost crawling across the windows despite the desert heat outside. "Isn't this cozy?" Roxy's voice dripped venom. "The gentle healer, tending to her new pack." Maya turned slowly. Roxy stood in the doorway, but she was changed. Dark veins crawled up her neck, her eyes bottomless black pits. She wore Tank's bloodstained cut like a trophy. She looked like a crazed animal.

A growl rumbles through my chest as I step forward with a menacing gait, but I freeze when I notice the camera phones all out recording the interaction. “Say yes!” the crowd chants as Rome and I look around in disbelief at the onlookers. She grumbles in annoyance and I’m half tempted to join her anger. “Who are you?” Laney whispers to him and his face lights up. “I apologize! I am Montgomery,” he says, coming to his full height a full inch more than me. Which just makes me hate him more. “But you, my queen, may call me Monty.” “I accept your offer, Monty,” Laney says, playing the part for the camera while eyeing me for saving.

Tina snuggles into Carter with a smirk. “It’s perfect,” I tell him. “Mama,” Monty pulls at my leg. I squat. “Monty, this is your nephew, Romeo.” “RoRo,” Monty stubbles in his little one year old gibberish. “You got big,” Carter squats down to see Monty. “It’s been, what, 8 months since you have seen him?” I tease. “Sorry, we have double the size of the pack. Anderson and I work really hard. He sent a gift for Monty. He will come back for Zoe’s first in a few months,” Carter tells me as he stands up.