Roxanne Ritchi Novels & Stories

she tried off. “This tuna? It's untouched, Roxanne,” I said and rubbed my forehead. She shook her head, her eyes wide with terror. “I swear the cat ate the tuna. What's going on?” “Roxanne you have to be contained till you're back to normal.” “I am normal,” she protested. “I'm not crazy, Alpha.” I sighed in exasperation. “Fine. Who did you see, Roxanne?” “A woman,” she said hastily. “She's tall and really beautiful. Her red hair was in a French plait and her green eyes were almost lifeless. Freckles adorned her cheeks and her dress was royal. Brown in colour with lovely designs.”

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

"Well, your full name is Cincinnati Roxanne Lopez, twenty three years old, ex-stripper, hitman, other vices and there are also a few other details." "Like?" "You have people dear to your heart, Reynolds, Renata and Lauren the old widow." "Don't call her that!" I flipped. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He apologized, a bit laid-back. "Wait how did you even find out I go by Roxanne? It's not even on my birth certificate or records." "I have my ways?" "Riiiight." I drawled. "How old are you?" "Twenty five, in August though."

the woman long stated. Meanwhile, Margaux just stared at her blankly. Her mind was still fussy because of Hendrix’s sudden appearance. She was still in a state of shock that nothing that she said registered in her head. Due to her lack of reaction, Roxanne looked angrier that her face became red as tomato. “Silence means yes,” the woman continued. Her eyebrows raised as she tilted her head. She watched Roxanne slowly walk towards Hendrix and carefully snaked her hands around his arm. However, as soon as she touched him, the guy quickly slapped her hands away and stepped backwards like she had a very contagious disease.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

She made sure to cover it properly and told us if she began burning it and the smell changed to a sweet smell, then she was innocent and wasn’t here on a mission. Roxanne’s grip on me got tighter, and I was sure it was probably because she was worried about the outcome of the results. Ospreh mouthed some incantations and went ahead to light up the sacrifice in a bid to complete Liana’s ritual. Roxanne’s grip on me got tighter, and I had to rub her back for her to calm down. Thankfully, only a few minutes later, a sweet-smelling aroma hit our nose, and she could finally breathe down. She was so happy that she jumped on my body. Thankfully, I was quick enough to hold her properly to prevent he

It’s just her glass was already empty, only left with half-melted ice and diluted drops of the alcohol that was once there. Roxanne continued to glare, her cold aura keeping men away from her, even if she was seated on the furthest high stool at the bar. She was in her black bodysuit and miniskirt that mapped her exact shape, but only those who could survive Everest in jeans dared to come close to her at this point. Before she could order another drink, someone reached out from the side and placed a glass of Sazerac next to her empty one. Roxanne was going to ignore the company, but she was shocked by that glittering Winter Equinox staring straight at her from his wrist.

Jaxon looked up from his phone's screen as he heard the door opening. Roxanne sashayed into the room, her cropped top and short denim skirt showcasing her toned physique and sun-kissed glow. Her golden locks fell down her back, and her bright blue eyes sparkled. Jaxon's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with an intense admiration that bordered on hunger. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as he rose from his seat, his movements fluid and deliberate.