Roxana Castellanos Joven Novels & Stories

I turned my head. The woman standing there was tiny, barely an inch above five feet. The last time I had seen the petite brunette, the older woman had been wearing a ring; but today her hand was bare, but nothing else, it seemed, had changed. Roxanne Sancho was still the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Never a hair out of place, she looked like a porcelain ornament with big brown eyes, a rosebud mouth, and a delicate nose. She had this sort of delicate fragility that aroused the protective instinct in men.

The loud sound of her alarm rang, waking her up from her sleep. She opened her eyes and turned off the alarm. She exhaled softly. Like always, she had never gotten to kiss her groom. Something always interrupts her dream right before he can kiss her. Ixora Castellan; rich hazel eyes, bold and thick eyebrows, well-shaped nose, crimson lips, long, dark, thick hair and spotless skin. She is the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs Castellan, one of the wealthiest families in the whole of New York. She glanced at the clock: "7:45 am!"

“Alright, get her to study.” “The police?” “They won’t stop you.” Jimmy didn’t understand the purpose of calling Roxana. Claude just answered: “She was around them. And she is trustworthy. I need to hear from her what happened.” But in reality, it was something different that only Vlad and Cassius understood: Roxana, the most famous femme fatale in the south, is actually an assassin for the Round Table. To be more specific, she is one of Ludovic’s.

I immediately stood up and looked at the computer monitor. "Kenneth Morris De Jesus." That is the real name of Roxane's ex-boyfriend. "I need everything about him," I added. "Okay, sir, I’ll write it down and send it to your email," the Ligaya employee replied. "He might be the one to help us change Roxane," Vanna added while holding and pampering Ysay, who was busy playing on her mobile phone. "Daddy, I’m hungry," Ysay interjected with a pout.

Don Celestine says in his voice. “Okay, who is it?” They look at the front door just as a woman wearing a red pant suit and a black tank top underneath steps in. Her hair is tied back not a single strand loose. Her blue eyes shimmer as she gets closer. Roxanne. She pulls a chair placing her bag on top of the table casually. A sly smile spreads on her coated lips as she looks at me. “You worked closely with her and from the success of you two cooperating we thought she was the best woman for the job,” Don Hurio says. But the shock has really not settled in.

He immediately raised the small iron cage and gently comforted her, "Don't cry; from now on, we'll have a pair of rabbits together!" Roxana Nelson opened her eyes wide, filled with mist, and her serene and adorable demeanor made his heart tighten. Her tender face, wet with tears, seemed even more beautiful. The curve of her rosy lips showed her sadness, and her smooth and radiant complexion was enough to make anyone tremble. With the tears streaming down, Richard Harris spoke even more gently, "Roxana, look, catch it for me!"

she retorts confidently, her resolve unshaken. Richard narrows his eyebrows, a glint of defiance in his eyes as he leans in closer. "Make me," he challenges, the tension between them crackling with unspoken words and the promise of a power struggle yet to unfold. Audrey's grin widens, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she calls out, "Roxanne!" In response to Audrey's summons, a woman strides into the room. Roxanne is in her mid-thirties, her brunette hair secured in a long, thick braid that cascades down her back. Dressed in a simple black tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots, Roxanne exudes an air of strength and confidence.

"You seem braver, I will start with you first and let your friends watch," Roxanne strived to dissuade trepidation from ingesting her nerves but she couldn't help the emotion but she kept her brave front and even when her insides felt like they were being fried, she restrained herself from shrieking. "You are indeed a Luna, Roxanne but let's see how far you can maintain your brave front, nothing would give me more satisfaction than watch it crumbles," Yarkona asserted, increasing the afflict on the she-wolf and soon, Roxanne's screams were taking every part of the penitentiary.

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

At this point, the only other person apart from Roxanne who can stop her from crying is probably James. Roxanne left Herbscape Group and drove straight to the Farwell residence. Less than twenty minutes later, her Mercedes-Benz slowly rolled to a stop in front of the manor entrance. She rang the doorbell frantically, and it was not long before Catalina answered the intercom. “Mrs.—” Catalina began without thinking when she saw the person on the screen. However, she quickly caught herself and changed what she was saying. “Ms. Jarvis.” Too worried about Estella crying, Roxanne had no time to pay attention to the little details. “Hurry up and let me in, Catalina. How’s Essie?”