Roxanne Roxy Novels & Stories

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.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

RIP his balls. I fiercely pull his hair back and hiss furiously, “I am straighter than the pole your mother dances on, Jax. And I am not gay, I am very much into vaginas. Send your mate to my room, I can prove you with the live telecast. But this mate thing was a big mistake done by the moon goddess. So tell me, how can I contact her?” If I could I would have sued Moon goddess by now. A low, sustained growl echoes through his chest, but soon it fades away. Jax doesn't reply, but a smile appears on his face. It widens so far that I could see his missing teeth. "So tell me, Alpha Ryan! How will you have your pups?"

Roxxane’s Point of View “But that’s quite impossible Roxxane, you are magical in my sixth sense, powerful even. My foresight was never wrong unless there was a dark and deep twirling of destiny itself. That would mean chaos and misfortune to this whole world. “ As speechless as I am, I merely furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Roxxane, you are already a mystery for being here even though you are not a shifter, yet your presence in my dreams is also beyond my apprehension. Truly, what are you hiding?” In a desperate hope to get myself out of her doubt, I ransacked all of my pockets and made a sign signifying ‘see?’ to her when I found nothing but merely the mien of emptiness. She smiled ever

"For the last time, that's powder. Foundation is supposed be liquid" "No, this is foundation" "Powder" "Foundation" "Powder" Foundation " "Pow_" The door opened abruptly and there stood Leo with Hailey beside him with a wicked smile on her face.

But why the hell was he opening his tuxedo? "S—Stacy Cyrus." She answered as he put the coat on the backrest of the couch. He took the bottle and poured both of them, another round of wine. "Is that your stage name?" He asked as his eyes moved toward her and she could feel the intensity in them. His eyes felt like they were burning and she inhaled a breath immediately regretting as she met with his scent. And boy, it was just so addictive that her body started to act in a different way.

Therefore, he clenched his fists and bit his bottom lip. Zoren immediately approached them when he saw Harry there, and he drew a wide smile on his lips. “Hi, I'm Detective Zoren, and we received a call from here. Perhaps you are Mr. Felix Crosinciano, the owner of this Vanilla club, am I right?” When he introduced himself to Felix, he handed him a calling card, and Felix also gave him his business card. He was about to speak, but suddenly, he turned to his right where he saw Harry.

I note, climbing off the bike. "Hand me your phone." I squint in confusion, "huh?" She takes the device that I'd already opened and starts thumbing away, seconds later her phone dings and she hands my phone back to me. "I'm Roxanne, but please call me Roxy. I'll definitely keep in touch, you owe me one, damsel.” The house is too dark when I step in, which is surprising giving the time. The hairs on my skin stand, a weird feeling prickle up my spine. This feels all too familiar, dim lights, quiet house.

As she entered, Sally greeted her with a warm smile. "Good morning, Madam Roxy! How are you doing?" Roxanne replied, "Good morning, Sally! How was your weekend?" Sally responded, "It was alright. And yours?" Roxanne beamed, "It was the best, joyously!" Sally nodded, "You're very lucky, you know." Roxanne handed Sally one of the shopping bags, saying, "That's for you." Sally's eyes widened in surprise, "For me?"

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.”