Roxanne Ritchi Novels & Stories

As soon as her fingers touched the smooth flat silver surface, it lit up like a Xmas tree. On the dashboard, another screen came up beneath the first, and what looked like faces started flashing by. It stopped what seemed like two minutes later, and there was a picture of a very young girl there. She couldn't be more than five or six. "Roxanna Carmichael. Age twenty-three." Mancini's voice intoned as the rest of us grew silent.

Mateo whispers and squeezes my palm be fore turning around and walking away from us with the other students. “First years, gather around.” I draw close to listen. “You might want to put those locks into a bun” a voice says beside me I see a petite girl, about my age looking at my hair. She has golden hair with pink dyed streaks and a clean cut bob. “Those fans right there will snag your hair and rip them right off you scarf” she points to the wind turbines that hang suspiciously low, towards the exit of the courtyard “Thank you” I muttered. I pick up my hair, braid it and tuck it away with my hair pin.

I can’t decide if I should make him breakfast, an extra-large coffee, or six shots of vodka, as he looks really exhausted like a tired pigeon. Ryan nods without giving me any attention while his hands' movement increases. He looks like Flash working with papers in a government bank. I leave him to do his work and walk towards my table. *Tring* "Hello?" I speak as I get seated in my chair. "Ethan! Hi, this is Rita. How are you?" A flirtatious, girlish voice comes from the phone. This bitch.

Roxanne stood at the entrance, looking very elegant in her navy-blue suit under the warm lights of the penthouse. She contrasted sharply with Michelle, who was cozy in her soft clothes, holding her newborn twins. Yet, there was something in Roxanne’s eyes—not anger or pride, but something different. Raymond stayed close to Michelle, protectively placing his hand on her back. If you’re here to brag, just leave. I’m not, Roxanne said with calm confidence, not breaking eye contact. I won’t take much time. But this is important.

“You sick bastard. This, whatever this is has gone on far too long. Stop it now and I’ll forget this all happened.” Christopher chuckled darkly, stepping closer to her. “Oh, Roxanne, my dear, you always were too forgiving. That’s why this is so much fun.” Roxanne felt rage surge up inside her. Fun? This was fun to him? She had a dislocated wrist, probably had a concussion in her head and a drug in her system that made her feel all hot and fuzzy on the inside and he was considering this fun? Like some kind of entertainment to quench him and his mistress’s boredom.

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and

I take the flowers from Skyler's mouth and tell the women to shift. Quickly I hand out the flowers and tell them to chew it and spit it out and toss it on the ground, once they're done I tell them to shift back and roll around on the chewed flowers. I explain to them how it masks their scent and alters it allowing them to slip between the rogues and get closer to Nixon.

Roxanne's mouth hit the floor. "Come on, Mom, it's my birthday today, I promise to be back before 10 p.m." Gosh, she wasn't even a child anymore. She was 19 and in college! For some reason, Roxanne could read the tyranny in her Mother's brown eyes and it was escalating with each ticking second, followed by the continual twitch of her fingers that she was attempting to hide. Roxanne didn't need to be a genius to know something was going on.

He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning. " ok Samira scored 13 from Alexis, 15 from branny, 12 from xandra and finally 10 from dreams which gave her the sum of 50 in total......... a round of applause for her" the m.c said and the students clapped their hands, while some others who hates Samira never bothered about clapping their hands. " and our beloved Nicki, scored 20 form Alexis, 20 from branny, 19 from xandra and lastly 15 from dream which gave her the total sum of 74" the m.c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming.

I ordered all the dishes from the chef's special today. Roxanne arrived first and dressed up nicely. The moment she entered, she asked me, "Ms. Wyatt, how do I look today? Do I look pretty? Or, is this too much?" She cared so much about her appearance because she wanted to give Leo a good impression. "You look pretty good. I mean it." I was telling the truth. Roxanne looked pretty and sweet in the dress she had so carefully chosen. "Ms. Wyatt, I'm so excited and nervous. My palms are wet," Roxanne said bluntly, not afraid of being mocked by me.