Paw Patrol Roxi Novels & Stories

The terror that had been clawing at my throat for the past hour was suddenly derailed by pure shock. "You are disgusting," my voice dripped with genuine offense as I stared at her. "You and your mind are completely warped, Rox. He is a dangerous criminal. He just told me I'm meant to be his pet! He looked at me like... like he owned every piece of me. How can you sit there and talk about how good-looking he is?" Roxy rolled her eyes, a dramatic smirk breaking across her face as she leaned forward, tossing the tissue box onto the nightstand.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Back to work 3 "Ouch, Lia..." Roxy complained but smiled. Because she's pointing at the tuxedo that she sketches, and her friend's index finger is pointing at the part in the middle of the manhood. "Lia. Is that thing really good? I'm just curious because, you know, no man has already popped my cherry yet." There was a grumble in her friend's voice. "Hey. Don't you have any shame, Roxy Barbara? Where did you learn that shit, hmmm...?" Lia said frowning.

I felt a wave of power and understanding pass through me, as if he were trying to communicate in some way, and I felt an inexplicable connection with that wolf. "ROXY... My name is Roxy. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Eleanor. For a long time, they tried to keep us apart, but I survived, just like you!" Her soft voice resonated in my mind, and I almost stumbled again, surprised. How did she know my name? Her paws were injured and her fur, dirty and matted, indicated that she had been imprisoned in that filthy cave for a long time, without light, water, or food. I approached slowly, touching her nose and stroking her fur, which despite being dirty, was incredibly soft.

Then I saw his thin lips curl up from under his black mask. I gasped when he flipped me around, my back colliding with the closed door. He had hitched one of my legs up, his body pressing closer against mine. “Your body says otherwise, little lamb” Prince Darion whispered in my ear, his lips trailing my neck. Fuck! why did my own body betray me?

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Roxie retort over Ciel’s shoulder and immediately scolded herself. What the hell, Roxanne?! “Wrong choice, princess," he said, gesturing his hand towards one of the wolves. With wide eyes, Roxie watched as one of the wolves leaped into the air and charged at Ciel to bury his claws. She gasped out loud, waiting for death but Ciel let out a low, animalistic growl and threw a powerful punch that sent the massive wolf crashing against a tree. Roxie's mouth hit the forest ground when the wolf looked like he wouldn't be able to ever get up again.

It scraped my elbows and knees a little but it hurt like hell. “Owww,” I tried getting back up again when a hand offered me help. I looked up and saw Roxy standing there with her hand extending out for me to take. “We’re almost there. His scent is strong here.” She said and I blinked at her weirdly. “His scent is strong here?” I took her hand, “What are you, a dog?” “...” She just turned her face away after I stood up and walked into the forest. What the? Isn’t she going to say anything back? Weird.

she tried off. “This tuna? It's untouched, Roxanne,” I said and rubbed my forehead. She shook her head, her eyes wide with terror. “I swear the cat ate the tuna. What's going on?” “Roxanne you have to be contained till you're back to normal.” “I am normal,” she protested. “I'm not crazy, Alpha.” I sighed in exasperation. “Fine. Who did you see, Roxanne?” “A woman,” she said hastily. “She's tall and really beautiful. Her red hair was in a French plait and her green eyes were almost lifeless. Freckles adorned her cheeks and her dress was royal. Brown in colour with lovely designs.”