Novel & Cerita Roxanne Ritchi

I sneered at him, trying hard to disregard the fact that we are infact only inches away from fucking each other just now. "Oh." He chuckles before doing that lip bite again. "I wasn't aware you had the guts to tease me like this, Scarlett." Scarlett? The hell is he calling me right now? "My apologies, but you seemed to have mistook me for somebody else." I rush to tidy my clothes in attempt to leave and yet my actions and choose of my words remains irritating him. He grabs me by the arm but I was fast to dodge his touch. "What gives you the right to touch me- the Luna of the Wolves, you mere Lycan?" I looked down on him coldly.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

Maddie was literally dead on her two feet. Andrea, one of the waitresses came down with flu that afternoon, and she had to substitute. Then Rache, the flighty blond that waitressed the night shift, had a "special dinner" with her boyfriend, and she couldn't cancel because she believed "he just might propose." Even though they had only been seeing each other for three weeks.

Alaric. He walked past with a woman beside him. Something sharp twisted in my chest. I straightened, my eyes narrowing as I took in the sight before me. She was beautiful—too beautiful. Her long, flowing hair shined under the moonlight, and the way she moved… so confident, so familiar with him. I tried to shake it off. It’s nothing, Ravina, I told myself. He’s the Alpha of his pack, of course, people will come to see him.

She made me shout and then only I came to know of his office floor. “ Hello, I am here to meet Mr. James Russo.” I told smiling in politeness as I looked around the lavish lobby. All black, white, gold and platinum. Too classy too mature. Not my type! “Ma’am do you have an appointment?” She asked as she typed on the computer. An idea hit my mind, and I just wanted to mess with my would be fiancé so I told her, “ Do fiancé also needs an appointments to see each other?”

The Ron guy came over. "Rosé" Kyle said. "All of us will take that." Kyle explained to Ron before he left to get the drinks. "It's good to come together again. So, Mia what did you intend to discuss with me?" Kyle shoved in his question. Mia dropped her fork back into her plate before talking "I am trying to fight rogues so I would need your help on knowledge about rogue wolves" "I will help you but first we will go see your sanctuary first" "Definitely" Mia affirmed. Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each.

Alexandro’s stomach twisted. He watched as Karl said something that made her glance down shyly, her fingers brushing her sleeve. She looked flustered, almost nervous. And for a second, Alexandro saw something that made his fists clench—she was glowing. Soft and unsure, but she was glowing. And it wasn’t for him. He strained his ears to hear their conversation, but he could only hear Karl's slight voice. Ravik growled low in his chest. Do something, the wolf said. That’s your mate. She’s standing there with another man while you sulk like a broken thing.

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.

It wasn't the flat slap of sneakers that strolled casually, and without any purpose to be detected. It was the sound of heels worn by someone I knew too well. High enough to be impractical, confident enough to be deliberate. I didn't need to look up to know who it was. Roxanne. With sugar on the outside, but venom underneath, she stopped in front of me, dressed in her cheer uniform. Her skirt rode up too high, revealing her legs to anyone who would bother to look. “Well, well,” she purrs, as she steps onto the edge of the rink like it belonged to her. At one point, she thought it did; the fact that I'd slept with her more than once fuelled that delusion.

he said simplistically. "Paris!" I exclaimed. "Let's go to Paris!" "Paris it is," he replied. "And if anyone asks, I'm an Italian rogue living in America and my name is Romano De'Meritchi and you are um...my cousin and your name is... Eleonora De'Meritchi." "Eleonora De'Meritchi...got it," I repeated just before my phone started ringing. "Leo's calling. Why would he be calling?"