Roxana Webnovel Novels & Stories

“When Roxanna saw me working in the farm that day, she spoke to her husband about wanting me to become a maid in their house. She saw the way I work and believe I will be really strong, due to the numbers of loads I carry while working. She proposed the offer to me, while I relay it to your dad. Surprisingly, your dad accepted, since the pay was really good. I didn’t want to go but I needed the money too. I took up the offer and started working in her mansion while your dad continued working in the farm. I was only allowed to go back during weekends and return the following week. The pay was really good that I found it hard, quitting the job. I never knew that Roxanne had her hidden motive;

Liam called Galaxy inside for some reason so she ran immediately to him, saying me sorry, apologetically. I was standing alone leaning against the railing, facing the starry night sky and the endless sea. The cold wind was touching my whole body, relaxing it. I couldn’t even imagine, I, an ordinary girl, could stand at the deck of the most costly ship of Alaska. Though I didn’t even know my real identity, I couldn’t even imagine my life would change like that. I sighed. Suddenly I heard a silvery voice behind me, a sound of high heel approached me and stopped beside me. I turned my head and found Roxana, stunningly dressed in a sexy golden gown. She said in her low silvery voice, “Oh my my!

The very fabric of reality seemed to warp and distort as if the boundaries between worlds were being torn asunder. Through the chaos, Jaxon glimpsed the figure with burning eyes reemerging from the shadows, their malevolent power magnified tenfold. "You dare challenge the might of the Forbidden Nexus?" they sneered, their voice laced with madness. Jaxon struggled to rise to his feet, his body aching from the unleashed power. He felt Luna's presence within him, her love and guidance providing the strength he needed. With unwavering determination, he faced the figure. "We will not bow before your darkness!" Jaxon declared, his voice carrying the weight of defiance. "We will stand against the F

Cynthia chuckled at my shocked expression, “Would you like to tell her, Roxanne? Or should I do the honors?” Roxanne gave a small bow, “Whichever pleases my lady.” I flinched at her words. My lady. That’s when I saw it—the small smile tugging at Roxanne’s lips. I felt sick. “What happened to you?” My voice cracked. “You were my best friend. Why?” Roxanne finally met my gaze, but there was no guilt—just calm acceptance. “I was tired,” she admitted. “Tired of always defending you, tired of being the only one standing beside a wolf-less omega. No one wanted me. But now? Now, I am respected. I am Luna Cynthia’s personal maid. Do you know what that means?”

She was beautiful, she had blue eyes and sexy curves, she wore a red rope with a glass of wine as she sipped it seeing Zamiel raging with anger as blood kept gushing out of his neck non stop. You are here Zamiel said as he stared at Aradia one of the most powerful witches. Of course I have to talk to you Milord.. It's about Alex, The prophesy has changed in our favor as you predicted. Zamiel chuckled as he remembered all his plans from the day he saw Edhi, he knew there were more to her than just a mere human girl. He first made Alex and Edhi meet and make him feel interested as she was stubborn and mischievous.

He looked at me. "You said you were a waitress," he said. "That you were nobody." "I am," I whispered. "Let's see." He opened the door. It was a holding cell. In the center of the room was a cage made of thick iron bars. Inside, a wolf paced back and forth. It was huge, its fur matted and grey. Its eyes were red-rimmed and crazy. "A Rogue," Declan said calmly. "Captured three days ago. He hasn't eaten since."

If Kael felt like steady heat, this man felt like lightning waiting to strike. He leaned against one of the porch posts, arms crossed, dark hair pulled back loosely at his neck. His eyes were lighter than Kael’s — amber with flecks of green — and far less guarded. “Let me guess,” she said. “Also a werewolf. Also weirdly intense.” His grin was quick and sharp. “Ronan. Second-in-command. And I prefer ‘charmingly intense.’” She huffed a small laugh before she could stop herself. “Lena. Newly traumatized.”