Roxanne Ritchi Novels & Stories

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?"

A strong gut feeling stirred her curiosity about Roxanne's identity, so she smiled and tested the waters with a couple of probing questions. "Andre, who's this lady?" For once, Andre fell silent as if weighing how exactly he should introduce Roxanne. Roxanne's expression remained calm and unbothered, even pleasant. She extended a friendly hand toward Caitlin. "I'm Roxanne, Mr. Spencer's college classmate. I'm currently in the middle of a divorce, so I came to ask him for help. I didn't expect him to be moving today. What unfortunate timing." Her words snapped Andre out of his daze. Guilt briefly passed through his eyes as he glanced at Roxanne, but he soon followed her lead and introduced th

Seth asked as we heard a truck drive up the tractor path on the edge of the field. Izzy let out a sigh, "Yeah. I'm Damian's mate." Seth stared at Izzy in disbelief as the truck stopped at the end of the tractor path, and Roxie got out with her arms full of clothes and blankets. "Damian didn't tell you?" Izzy asked with a not-so-surprised look on her face. Seth shook his head as the three of us walked toward Roxie. "We really didn't have time to talk." "I brought some clothes for the two of you. By the way, I'm Roxanne Sangoma. Lead warrior of Moon Rain. Everyone calls me Roxie," the strange woman that I saw on the front porch said as she handed Izzy some sweatpants and a hoodie.

She had golden brown hair and almost amber colored eyes. “I’m Tiffany,” the next girl said. She was young, probably sixteen and she was fierce looking. I could see in her eyes that she had seen a lot in her few years on earth and it made her sort of admirable. She didn’t look like she feared anything. She had dark blonde hair and brown eyes so dark they almost looked black. “I’m Kiara and at your disposal,” she said and bowed her head at me. I saw tattoos on her neck when she bowed her head. She had midnight black hair with grayish eyes and her features almost seemed exotic and she could have passed for a model.

His family wouldn't let him too. Sadly, he had to fold this time. But he wasn't going to give up until he got his original bride back. ... Later in the day, Roxanne was in her office when she received an unexpected visitor. The door opened and a very beautiful blonde woman with an air of nobility strode into the room. “Are you the managing director, Roxanne Smith? Nice to meet you. My name is Yolanda Nicholson, your new brand ambassador.”

I sincerely apologized since I cut her off from doing her job, but RJ was kind enough to wave it off. “It's okay, but Roxanne, don’t forget that you’re awakened now and your blood was rare. You must control your thirst around your mates and your loved ones, or you might end up killing them,” RJ reminded her friend about her case. “Noted, that’s why I’m needy around her.” Roxanne might have said them casually, but honestly, it sounded like she was announcing she wanted me now, and I blushed. “Alright then, congratulations again. I’ll be going now.” RJ congratulated us before she excused herself to do her other duty as a doctor.

“I’ve missed you!” “I’ve missed you too!” She finally let go. “Grace, this is Roxie. She is Alpha Alejandro’s mate from down south.” Roxie had a darker complexion with long, black hair that went to her waist. She wore a tight mini dress with a blazer, I think, to make it look dresser. Otherwise, it was a party dress. With bright pink eyeshadow, and lips, her personality seemed just as bright. “Nice to meet you.” I said, politely.

"...at the beautiful bride and her loving groom as they give us their couples dance!" A hearty appluase filled the room, almost deafening Roxanne's ears. "Oh my God! It's time!" Rayla said, clapping with excitement. Her red gown and red lipstick caused her to appear dangerous, just as dangerous as she really was. Her eyes fell on Roxanne. "Hurry Roxy! Mount the stage first!" She said again. Roxanne fought the urge to empty her glass of champagne on her sister's perfectly dyed blonde hair. Instead, she sipped from the glass and threw everyone a smile as she rose up.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."