Roxanne Characters Novels & Stories

Roxane said, sounding excited but also slightly annoyed because she was hungry. As she walked, she ran into two nannies who used to be their neighbors—her mother’s longtime rivals when it came to laundry in their old neighborhood. “Oh, you’re big-time now, huh, Roxane?! What kind of love potion did you use on Sir DN?! Maybe you can teach us so we can also catch someone as rich and handsome as Sir Dark!” the two teased, smiling mockingly. “Uhm… where is Lyka?” Roxane tried to change the topic, holding herself back from arguing and avoiding their mocking stares.

ROXANNE "Mommy!" Ethan jumped on me, hugging me so tight as soon as Mom released me. "Hey baby!" I laughed, hoisting him up and peppering his face with kisses. "Hi," Patricia strode over, big, sweet smiles brightened her face as she neared us. Mom and I exchanged brief glanced before turning back to her, waiting for her to say what she had to say. "I'm so glad you finally got back what was yours, Roxanne. Oh my goodness, you deserve it." She began, her smiles stuck on her face as though she couldn't afford to lose it.

I ordered, and Liam began fuming about how he was only joking, but I insisted he apologize, and he did. “Where’s your mummy? The ceremony will begin any moment from now, and we need to...” “I am here,” Roxanne said, cutting me short. I turned around to look at her, and oh my, she looked so stunning. She was literally a real-life goddess, although I noticed she looked kind of sick. “Hey baby, what’s wrong? You seem fazed out.” I said. “It’s nothing, love; I'm just a bit tired, but I am fine now. Why don’t we join them in the hall already? They’ll be starting anytime soon.” She said, and I smiled, taking her hands after giving our kids a goodbye kiss.

Aaron’s POV There was a knock. I lifted my head from the file I hadn’t really been reading. And there she was. Roxette Bennett. She walked in. White blouse, neatly tucked into a fitted skirt. Clean lines. Professional. Composed. Except for her hair. Typically, I prefer brunette but here I am lusting after her wild dark hair. That ponytail was slightly undone, and I knew damn well I was the reason for it. My fingers had been in it just this morning. In the elevator. Pressed up against her. Her body against mine. Her lips...

I took a step backwards in shock, unable to explain how any of this was possible. Her black hair, grey eyes and red lipstick was stunning, she glowed before us and even Austin gave her a second look. Compared to Rose she looked unreal. “Roxie…I didn’t know you would be here now. Apologies, Alpha Austin, this is Roxana Wyatt, my best friend from Fyrestone.” “What brings you to the conference Miss Wyatt,” Austin asked smoothly, taking his hand in hers. I noticed he had not even bothered with Rose’s. “Oh I live at the packhouse now,” she said chirpily, taking Rose’s arm in her own. She was too loud, too vulgar for this room even if she looked the part. Lived at the Packhouse, that could only me

"He's innocent and I understand the circumstances with which he came to be with us. I won't ever hurt him or let any of you here do such. We will be together forever and he won't ever become rogue again. " Roman starts clapping but no one even gives him the attention he's seeking for. I watch Xavier walk toward his elders. He tells them to continue entertaining the guests and when he turns, he begins to walk toward me. I swallow, watching and listening to what people around me are saying. "It's really strange. I love his doggedness but it's really strange," It's the voice of a woman. "How the hell are they going to cope? They won't last because people will keep talking about them."

He wanted me away from New York… away from Roxana. My breathing slows. No randomness, no contact—that’s not unusual. Belladonna doesn’t rush; he plays games. But something refuses to fit. Roxana has no enemies—she’s lived quietly, doesn’t know enough to become anyone’s target. Unless someone wants to hurt me or her. Another face enters my mind: Marco. The bastard sold her once. He knows her fears, and he knows exactly who she belongs to now. My fingers curl into fists. Marco has touched her before. Wanted her before. Men like that never accept losing what they believe is theirs.

As they worked on her hair, Willow couldn't help but ask, "You sure do look good, ma'am Roxy. I'm guessing you're going out with Mr. Charles?" Roxanne smiled at their reflection in the mirror, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thank you, Willow. And no, I'm not going out with Mr. Charles." Willow's curiosity got the better of her. "Who then?" Roxanne's smile grew wider. "You'll find out soon enough." Just then, Porsha knocked on the door before entering, announcing, "Ma'am, Mr. Hearst is outside." Roxanne's eyes lit up, and she smiled. Willow smiled too, as she found out Roxanne was going out with Jaxon.

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.

seeing Roxanne standing with her feet shuffling around and her hand rubbing together as if in prayer made Rosalie's heart drop . " What - what's wrong ?" " Nothing's wrong . I just wanted to get out of here , like really really need to get out of here . I was thinking about going to Brawl Bar , will you come with me ?" " Why ?" " I just need to get away " said Roxanne with a grimace " There will be someone coming , and the pack is going to plan a baby shower for her . Truly stupid when she is married out of the pack "