Roxana Webnovel Novels & Stories

"Listen Ixora, I don't want anything happening to you, you can't even protect yourself from your sister. How about the other wolves that aren't happy with me being Alpha, huh, how can a wolfless Omega like you protect yourself if they try to hurt you?" "I can protect myself " "The same way you protected yourself from Flora few minutes ago? Don't give me that crap " " I can fight for myself, Ronan. I don't need you" I said fighting back tears Ronan came close and pulled me close to where he stood. "It's all right Ixora, I'm here and I'll never leave. I care about you "

Nolan whispered from deep within, fighting to regain control of his wolf. Rex snarled and with a swift movement, he raised his claws, aiming for her chest as Rosana woke up, her blue eyes meeting his dark green eyes.

Roxana said, slapping. “Ok! Enough,” I said, holding her from her shoulders. Getting my point through, Roxana moves back and stands there smiling. Roxana is a petite Latin vampire. She has all the perfect curves and proportions. Round boobs twice my size, a thin waist, and a thick ass and legs. She has long hazelnut hair with green eyes. She has a sexy mole on her upper lip and a bit of freckle, and she has tan skin, not pale, like ours.

“Claire and Elena were more than just friends. They were like sisters—unlike the bond Rosa shared with your mother. They confided in each other, sharing dreams, fears, and hopes for the future. When Elena decided to leave this pack, it was Claire who stood by her, offering unwavering support and encouragement. At that time, Claire had two young boys.” She shared a knowing look with Rockan at the mention of his mother, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of their shared history. “Go on,” Rockan urged, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity. “Well, everything was fine until young Rockan fell terribly ill,” Luna continued, her voice heavy with the weight of the past. “No healer was power

I needed them to confirm to Vorlag: Ronan Thorne is broken. Anya, dressed in the stifling emerald gown, was my only anchor and my most public vulnerability. She played the subservient, heartbroken Luna flawlessly. She guided the wheelchair with a gentle, protective touch, maintaining the perfect posture of a wife burdened by tragedy. She spoke softly for me, accepting the pity, deflecting the probing questions, and reinforcing the narrative of my decline. "The Alpha is quite tired," Anya murmured to a local pack leader, her voice trembling just enough to be convincing. "The recent financial setbacks have taken a terrible toll on his concentration."

A tear fell down his cheek as I watched the man that weakened me in pure hurt. My heart felt heavy and my mind was all over the place, but in that moment while I stared at Ace's face, I knew that there was only one that was the right thing to do. I removed his hand from, and leveled my sniffles as I gazed into his beautiful hazel eyes. "I, Roxanna Gilbert," I started again, while he tried to cover my mouth again, but I held his hands in one place. "Accept you as my mate" I ended, leaving him in complete shock and relief as he looked at me lovingly.

She moans again. "Yes, Princess." Jaxon's voice is heavy with lust. "We can't do this now." Roxanne's voice is barely audible. " Why not, Princess?" He knows she's close as her insides began to tighten around his fingers. " The food!....oh f*ck!! I'm gonna cum." "Oh yeah! Then cum for me, princess." Jaxon says ignoring her talk about the food. His fingers drive in and out faster. Roxanne is moaning at the top of her lungs. She could suddenly smell something burning.

She brags. 'Okay, now can we figure out where we are? Because this isn't my room.' That's when my memories of collapsing into Owen's arms comes rushing back to me. Just thinking about him makes me blush, I feel my cheeks becoming red. 'Girl, you're already wet.' Roxs says, chuckling. 'And don't you dare call me Roxs, my name is Roxane.' She adds. 'I will call you whatever I want because you are my wolf.' 'Fair, but I will get you, don't worry Ruby.' She says, going off.

Roxxane’s Point of View “But that’s quite impossible Roxxane, you are magical in my sixth sense, powerful even. My foresight was never wrong unless there was a dark and deep twirling of destiny itself. That would mean chaos and misfortune to this whole world. “ As speechless as I am, I merely furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Roxxane, you are already a mystery for being here even though you are not a shifter, yet your presence in my dreams is also beyond my apprehension. Truly, what are you hiding?” In a desperate hope to get myself out of her doubt, I ransacked all of my pockets and made a sign signifying ‘see?’ to her when I found nothing but merely the mien of emptiness. She smiled ever

“The goddess didn’t save me. No Alpha rode in like a knight and fixed it all. I saved myself. And then—later, when I knew who I was—I chose love anyway.” Ronan’s eyes locked with mine. The bond hummed, warm, and sure. Naomi wiped at her face again. “You’re making me cry twice in one night,” she complained. “Rude.” “Hydrate,” Lena advised, handing her a water skin. I shifted on the log, adjusting Rowan as they wriggled, then settled, head pillowed on my thigh. Their eyelids were drooping. “Tell the bar part,” one of the younger omegas urged. “Naomi’s version has kung‑fu.”