Moxxie X Stolas Novels & Stories

Does she think I am fool that I won't understand she was on some mission! Max faked smiled towards her until he saw her removing her scarf. She was dressed in black jeans with a black and white off shoulder top with a scarf. The day had been a windy day. Stella chose to carry a scarf since she could not risk to damage her hair. Never mind, she was still blabbering something to him. However, it was just that Max can only see her lips moving. But her voice, it just never reached his ear drums. He glanced her glossy lips moving and pouring. He elevated his hand and pressed the corner of her lips with his thumb.

“Dark dress. Morning light. You, looking annoyed because I stared too long.” Rhea’s fingers tightened around the needle. “I was annoyed.” “I think I liked that.” “You liked many things you pretended to resent.” A faint shadow of a smile touched his mouth, then disappeared under grief. Maddox looked down at the gown. The Moonmere marks were small, but visible now. They softened the dress without weakening it. The Stormhaven wolves still climbed the bodice, but moonflowers threaded between them. The sharpness of his family’s symbols no longer swallowed hers.

The scent of incense and flowers filled the air, mingling with the perfume of the nobles and the sharp, clean smell of anticipation. Maddox stood at the altar, his back straight, his expression unreadable. He wore the traditional royal vestments of Emberclaw, deep crimson embroidered with gold thread, the sigil of his house stitched over his heart. A crown of silver and rubies rested on his brow, catching the candlelight and scattering it like drops of blood.

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The other side had a slit that went to her hip, completely exposing her very toned legs. Stella was wearing a sheer dress with red roses and green stems overing the important parts. She had to go completely nude under to make sure no lines were being seen. Jolene surprised me with an equally sheer dress. The wohle thing was dark blue frings that swoopeddown. The V neck went to her stomach and was completely see through.

"Thank you, Stella. Anything you want me to get for you or the kids?" "Nothing anymore, Quinn. All has been taken care of. Just enjoy yourself with Xavion, okay? And, by the way, Quinn, Xavion's mother, likes chocolate crinkles and butterscotch cookies. She likes a particular brand, and I know where you can get them." Stella winked, and my smile got even better for that. Xavion was waiting for me, and he looked sinfully handsome. The white polo t-shirt and black pants suit him very well. Our colour matches, and I love it. He gently guided me around. He did his final check before we trail off.

Marisol headed upstairs without a second thought. Pushing open a door, she froze at the sight of cloth-draped mannequins. This outfit… She lifted the dust cover to reveal a sleek black evening suit with intricate embroidery. The cuffs featured her signature motif—clouds embroidered in gold and silver thread using a rare double-faced stitching technique that created different patterns on each side. It was the distinctive hallmark of Moira Studio. But what commanded attention was the silver-threaded phoenix with wings spread across the shoulders. Its beak clutched a brilliant ruby positioned precisely over the heart, the gem catching the light with every subtle movement. The effect was breatht

Failing. Then nothing. She woke up in the back of a moving vehicle. Hands zip-tied. Mouth gagged. Head pounding. Across from her, Xander. Also restrained. Blood on his face. Eyes furious—gold, wolf, helpless rage. The vehicle stopped. Doors opened. Alexander Moss looked in, smiling with his burned face—scar tissue pulling tight across his cheek. “Welcome,” he said pleasantly. “I’m so glad you could make it. We have so much to discuss about your daughter’s blood.”

We don’t want unnecessary attention. Twenty painful yelps later my hair was in two braids. I had black lipstick on, a short leather skirt and ankle boots. Stella gave me one of her wands and badge with a little oak tree on it. The eyeliner around my eyes made them pop. My skirt was too short it made me shiver. How was this not drawing attention? ‘This is way better than draping you understand a hideous cloak.’ She smirked. ‘Are we headed to Callista’s plaza?’

Abigail said with a yawn. "D**n, they are drunk," Enzo said with furrowed eyebrows. "What did you drink?" Xander asked with a frown. "One bottle of tequila," Stacy giggled as she leaned on Zion. "What?!," Zion exclaimed "And I had two glasses of whiskey too" Alexandria grinned at Xander, who had a blank face. "What the f**k? How are you still standing?" Enzo asked with disbelief. "With our legs," Stacy answered with a blank face.