Roxanne Roxy Novels & Stories

Roxy’s POV My face flourished with mild make up, pink blush and lipstick, my light Olive skin gleamed, all thanks to my newly acquired beauty products and my hair was gathered in a pineapple updo, with well laid edges and thanks to my curl-enhancing product, my curls were defined and voluminous dangling down my high ponytail. My revenge glam was activated. “Roxette Benette.” The clerk called and I rushed to her standing desk. I had been waiting for over thirty minutes, and I was starting to get hijacked by nerves.

MARGARET The midday sun streams through the grand windows of my office, casting golden beams across the polished mahogany desk. Patience has never been my strong suit, but today, it’s necessary. My fingers tap a steady rhythm on the desk’s surface, my gaze locked on the door. Finally, a soft knock breaks the silence. “Come in,” I call, arranging my features into calm authority. The door opens, and Roxanne steps inside, her hair perfectly styled, her silk blouse catching the light with every movement. She exudes poise and sophistication—the embodiment of what a Luna should be. Daniel may not see it yet, but I do.

Roxana said, slapping. “Ok! Enough,” I said, holding her from her shoulders. Getting my point through, Roxana moves back and stands there smiling. Roxana is a petite Latin vampire. She has all the perfect curves and proportions. Round boobs twice my size, a thin waist, and a thick ass and legs. She has long hazelnut hair with green eyes. She has a sexy mole on her upper lip and a bit of freckle, and she has tan skin, not pale, like ours.

She replied annoyingly and then looked away. ‎ ‎ ‎ If he can annoy her, she can also annoy him twice as much as he thought. ‎ ‎ ‎"That's why you're being touch inappropriately because of what you're wearing." ‎ ‎ ‎Roxanne is wearing a red dress and in only knee length. Her cleavage is showing and the dress is backless while wearing black boots. Her long hair is tied up while her make-up is simple. She hates wearing heavy make-up because it's too hard to remove when she goes to sleep.

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.

"...at the beautiful bride and her loving groom as they give us their couples dance!" A hearty appluase filled the room, almost deafening Roxanne's ears. "Oh my God! It's time!" Rayla said, clapping with excitement. Her red gown and red lipstick caused her to appear dangerous, just as dangerous as she really was. Her eyes fell on Roxanne. "Hurry Roxy! Mount the stage first!" She said again. Roxanne fought the urge to empty her glass of champagne on her sister's perfectly dyed blonde hair. Instead, she sipped from the glass and threw everyone a smile as she rose up.

I wish I was not as bad as my actions, "Answer me, Adrian." "Because... because Rayne told me we could never date since she will age and... she would hate having wrinkles and getting old while having her partner looking as young as ever," I answered in a quiet voice. "Perhaps you need to start thinking about the actual obstacles that may hold you back from dating Rayne and not the minor problems that you can overcome with her," Roland commented. "And what are the actual obstacles?" I asked him. "Your shitty attitude towards her whenever you are angry." Olivia gave me an example. "Maybe you need anger management classes," she added and I rolled my eyes. Of course, I did not need that.

“You're our daughter. Your name is Roxanne, and you've been missing for nineteen years.” A sharp ringing suddenly filled my eardrums, and I felt faint. The doctor immediately rushed forward, asking the nurse to inject me with something. Once I was calm, he faced the couple. “Beta, I think we should go easy with the revelations. The silver is still in her system, making her weaker than usual even though she doesn't look it.” I wanted to argue, to tell them I'm fine, but my body gave out that very second. When I opened my eyes, there was another woman in front of me. I couldn't see her face clearly as it was hazy, but I felt her touch on my forehead, then a peck, and she whispered, “You can ne

“Please, try it on.” Sabrina nodded and then grabbed a pair of panties and a bra from her suitcase. Then she pulled off the towel that was wrapped around her, letting it fall to the floor. She stood naked in front of the Prince, and watched as his eyes dilated. “If only we had more than a few minutes,” he said, his eyes moving up and down her nude body. “You be good, Prince Marco,” she said, flirtatiously. “We have a ball to attend.”

I don’t think I can remain seated on the hard saddle for another minute longer. When we reach the entrance, Yohan and Mateo swing off their horses with such grace that I wonder if I can do the same. One look at the ground and I know I can't. I clumsily descend off Melrue’s back. I pet him one last time and kiss him before heading inside. The place is warm from the dimly lit fireplace. There is a beautiful woman on the stage belting out such soothing notes. She is draped in a beautiful burgundy dress and a bold red lip.