Rockstar Foxy Novels & Stories

I don't like McDonald's but I wanted to make her happy, so that's what we did. On the car ride there, Wes and I play eye spy with my little eye with her. When she got bored, she asked me to turn up the radio so she could sing, and of course, Wes just had to sing with her. It was fucking fantastic let me tell you, music to my ears.

“Oh, he has been sold a few times. But the customers kept trying to get… intimate with him. He hated it, so he kept running away.” So… he was pure? A chaste fox fae? The owner added quickly, “We have a one-month return policy, no questions asked. Try him out. Just… if he helps you get rich, you can’t try anything physical with him, alright?” I glanced at the fox fae again. Well… since the owner said all that… Fine. I’d take him. ⸻ I practically skipped home with my new fox fae in tow. On the way, I tried to break the ice. “So… what’s your name?”

Sienna devoured all the fox monsters in the palace back then to quickly improve her strength. After seeing Sienna, Foxy clenched her fists hard and felt like punching her in the face. Foxy simply felt furious at the sight of Sienna’s shockingly beautiful face.

she spits and I gasp out loud. Before I can speak, Roxy turns up. She's drunk but her eyes are wide open and her fists are balled. "What did you just say to my best friend?" Roxy is breathing fire. Things are about to get nasty. "You heard what I said, bitch. Get your filthy ass out of here. I think I'm catching fleas from you. My goodness," she scratches her arm. I look at Roxy and for sure I can not predict what she might do next. She is gritting her teeth, huffing and puffing.

Derek stripped off his flannel shirt, and the place erupted into the most amazing rock show you could ever imagine. It was exuberantly joyful, totally and completely. Their last two shows had been great – but this one was incredible. They obviously hadn’t decided on a set list beforehand, so Derek would shout out songs as soon as one of the band’s hits ended. Every time, he chose something either incredibly upbeat or just plain fucking awesome. “Walkin’ On Sunshine.” “Light My Fire” by the Doors. “American Girl” by Tom Petty. “I Love Rock ‘N Roll” by Joan Jett, although he changed the lines to it being a girl next to the record machine – and changed the age from seventeen to nineteen, the ag

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.