Put On The Red Light Roxanne Novels & Stories

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

"You're doing this just to get me back, aren't you? That's not going to happen, but I'm still willing to give you a chance. Let's have dinner tonight, and you let Lydia join the audition." I chuckled at this. "What makes you think I'm doing this to get your attention?" "Then why are you making such a big deal out of this? It won't work—" "Shut up!" I could not hold back my anger, not anymore. "Your resources are worthless without me, Allen. You should take a good look at yourself! "Let me remind you: your girlfriend isn't as innocent as you think!" I was trying to warn him so the Walters would not go bankrupt, but he took it the wrong way and shouted, "You're disgusting, Rosie!"

Nonetheless, the rain continued to pour, while the black roses that were dumped aside looked eerily scarlet just then… - John soon returned to his bedroom, taking off his coat and casually throwing it on the couch. He sat on the bed distractedly, folding his long legs while his brow creased deeply in thought. Lara followed him inside, sitting beside him with a charming smile and reaching out to hug his arm. "John, just calm down. She's just upset that we're together now, so she put up a show to scare you…" John never answered, merely reaching out to snuff out the scented candle on the bedside cabinet.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

Swiping my fingers under my golden-brown eyes to remove some of the black smudges from my eye makeup. It’s always important to get out of the room before they finish showering, otherwise they think you’re getting clingy. I pride myself on my reputation. I know that probably sounds strange coming from someone who is known as the pack slut, but I’ve worked for a few years to establish myself as the woman who can help you deal with your stress and pain without adding to it.

Something about her scent made me think of Wyatt. "Jesus fucking christ, Max! You can't just barge in like a fucking maniac. I was going to rip your head off." Wyatt said as he sat back down at his desk. I knew he was stressed out, with all the paper work, and rouge attacks that have hit too close to our territory.

Rose also carried Xander and sat him next to Thea. “Hey, bring water bandages and any medicine you can find.” "Huh? me?" Lubes snorted. "Do you need to ask?" “Y-yes! Wait. I'll look for it." Rose immediately ran to find all kinds of thing that she thought could be used. She knew some places where the bandages are stored and stuff. It didn't take long for Rose to return with all of it. "This. W-wait! Are you planning on treating her yourself?” Rose's hand held Lubez's sleeves who was about to undress Thea and a bit timidly asked, "Why don't we call a doctor for them?"

The television was on and showing a rom-com series that we were both watching — or he was watching while I watched him. "What is it, Roxanne?" He turned to me, "you keep staring as if you're trying to tell me something..." He searched my face, and added "...or rather ask me something." He leaned, crowding my space without effort, "what do you need from me? A good after-lunch fuck?" My chest hammered within, my breath was coming short, nerves buzzed about the pit of my stomach from his eyes on me — it seemed casual, humor-filled even, but if one looked well, the intensity was there.

The agony of the iron rod through my chest still lingered, and each breath felt like it tore me apart from the inside. Just then, Rebecca Smith's voice, sweet and pleading, filled the room. "Dad, I have someone else in my heart. Marrying him–I just can't do it." In my previous life, I had fallen for her Oscar-worthy act and stepped in to take her place without a second thought. In this life, though, I refused to fall for it. I simply watched her perform, my lips pressed firmly in a tight line.

Roxy Hale spent her whole life being invisible until the boy everyone worshipped made her the punchline of a bet that cost her everything. Six years later, she has rebuilt herself from the ashes, guarded, independent, and done with love for good. She never expected her mother's wedding to hand her a new last name, a new home, and a new stepbrother. Cain Carrington never stopped wanting the girl he ruined. Now she's sleeping down the hall, wearing his family's name, completely off-limits, and he has never wanted anything more in his life. Every family dinner, every locked door, every stolen moment in the dark corners of Carrington Manor pulls them closer to a line they both know they shoul