Roxanne Ritchi Novels & Stories

Her lipstick is out of her lips today as well. "Please, be my neighbor." I reply graciously and she blushes in return. This bitch. I mentally roll my eyes as she bates her long fake eyelashes at me. "You are very sweet, Ethan. By the way, my name is Rita." She says while sliding on her chair. I didn't even ask her name. All I want to do is take out the handkerchief from my pocket and wipe her lipstick off her face. It is really irritating me. "Rita, I think we will be good friends." I smirk. Yes! Friendzone her.

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.

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.

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

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.

The servants seemed surprised, as if it was something they were hearing for the first time. “Your wife?” Rex asked, raising an eyebrow. Ciel nodded at him. “Roxanne Sebastien. CEO of Bellamy Couture. Yes, my wife.” Roxanne stared back at Rex as he gazed at her again, not allowing his look to intimidate her. “It's a pleasure to meet you,” she said with a smooth voice. Rex studied her for a short moment before smiling an insincere smile. “I am sure it is.” Roxanne was not naive.

I whispered to Nicholai and brought out my check book. "Hi, I'm Roxanne Henson. I am a doctor by profession." "Okay. So guys, are you ready to bid to date Dr. Roxy?" The host asked. The crowd was excited. She was very gorgeous. "So does she even know you exist?" Nicholai teased Cole. "She won't even talk with me. I asked her out twice and she said no." I admitted. "Wow, that might have hurt. I mean you are not used to rejection."

I took a step backwards in shock, unable to explain how any of this was possible. Her black hair, grey eyes and red lipstick was stunning, she glowed before us and even Austin gave her a second look. Compared to Rose she looked unreal. “Roxie…I didn’t know you would be here now. Apologies, Alpha Austin, this is Roxana Wyatt, my best friend from Fyrestone.” “What brings you to the conference Miss Wyatt,” Austin asked smoothly, taking his hand in hers. I noticed he had not even bothered with Rose’s. “Oh I live at the packhouse now,” she said chirpily, taking Rose’s arm in her own. She was too loud, too vulgar for this room even if she looked the part. Lived at the Packhouse, that could only me