Roxanne Ritchi Novels & Stories

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

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Smith. I’ll be counting on you to look after my children.” Silently, Ophelia scrutinized Roxanne. Before returning to the country, I often listened to Aubree complaining about Roxanne on the phone and describing how Roxanne snatched Farwell Group’s CEO from her. It’s why I’ve been curious about what kind of person Roxanne is. Now that I’ve seen her for myself, based on her face alone, I think she does have the potential to be a vixen. When her train of thought ended, she greeted Roxanne politely.

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.

said Rosalie as she gave Roxanne a hug " Nor do you need to care , I don't care . Neither you should " " oh I forgot to check my horrorscope today " said Roxanne rolling her eyes " What do you mean ?" " I mean that if I checked it , I would have known that five Hackfresses will be visiting me and I would rather stick my ass with glue on a chair rather than facing them "

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.

Author’s POV. The morning sun fell through the large glass walls of the Rodriguez headquarters, spreading a soft golden light across the office. The day was bright and business was good. Allen sat at the far end of the meeting room, his hands folded neatly on the table. He wore a dark gray suit that matched the mood of the room — calm, serious, powerful. Across from him sat Old Grandpa Rodriguez, the man who had built the empire with his own hands. Allen leaned forward slightly. “Sir, the company’s stocks have risen by twenty percent this quarter,” he said, sliding a folder across the table. “The new deal with the foreign investors has pushed our name further into the international market. W

Getting out of the room, she was met by a huge gathering of the pack members. She stared forward to see why everyone gathered. It’s probably one of those impromptu meetings. The Alpha, Damien, walked down majestically from the stairs, his composure was grandly towering, as if he wasn’t the one that nearly strangled her minutes ago. He had some Beta wolves, who served as guards behind him. He glared around the room, as he suspiciously scrutinised everyone.

I carefully watched her standing in front of me in a velvet-like clothing, underneath a long black coat with silver wreath trimming. Her eyebrows immediately shoot up upon seeing my anxious face, "You're finally awake. Are you feeling better?" she asked. I nod, swallowing hard, obviously still shaken up after what happened, the images of which are still fresh in my mind, "I think so." "Well, before I explain things to you, I'm Rosina Elleanor Stowne, you can call me Ms. Rose, and I'm the Headmistress of Rozbite Lustro Academy." The name surprisingly didn't elevate the anxiety in my head. "You were badly injured when we saw you that's why we brought you here to be treated."