Roxas Diary Novels & Stories

“I'm sorry am late,” “It's fine,” Rune dismissed her with a clear of his throat and Roxie watched as she walked to the back of the class and occupied an empty. Roxie didn't look away from her, it was like her hair and eyes were the color colorful thing about her. She looked frosty and Roxie wondered why she had never seen her before, she didn't look hard to miss among 30 other girls. Roxie suddenly flinched when her soulless grey eyes locked with hers and she immediately looked away, back to Rune.

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 "

But I had had enough of people reminding me what I did to them. Like the coward didn't kill a family of mine. I touched the brown boxes beside my table. They contained Roxanne's things which I wanted to give to her when she was done with her brother. I was going to ignore it till I found a book sticking out of one. A dusty book. I pulled it out and flipped open the cover then the first page which had the words: Dear diary, Okay fuck this!

Elisa said with a smile, staring straight into Roxy's eyes. "If you dare lay a hand on Robert, I, Roxy Sloan, swear that I'll fight Blossom Hall to the bitter end!" Roxy was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering white glow as a formidable pressure surged forth, striking everyone present with a profound sense of dread.

I try to clear all roaming thoughts and instead fill my mind with thoughts of water, I think of ocean waves, and tsunamis, and pouring rain, I steady my breathing and imagine the glass overflowing with water. I open my eyes and gaze at the glass and a pool of water erupts from it. Suddenly, water is everywhere. I'm in a trance which I can't seem to stop. The water is pooling out of the glass aggressively, in abundant amounts and now the entire kitchen is almost filled with water. But I don't want to stop. I don't feel like I need to stop. It's almost like my powers have a mind of their own now and they're fighting to break free, but I don't want to control them.

he orders. Sasha writhes on the bed, feeling her body closer and closer to the cliff. Everything around her burns, the feeling of explosion makes her scream loudly. "RO-ROODOLF!" she screams and feels as if she's falling again. Occisor invests a few more times and also groans loudly, his mate's name on his lips as he fills her with all his thick sperm. He pulls out of her and lies down. They smile. Occisor lays on his side, hugging her. Sasha smiled as she felt her mate's hands hugging her and pulling her closer.

I sucked my breath and rolled my eyes. "Spill your guts." "Vow of silence?" "Pixie Promise!" Roxy cut her eyes at me. "I passed out in the woods and when I woke up, a really freaky man was standing over top of me. But the thing is, is I don't know if it was real or if it was a dream." "He didn't touch you, did he?" "Not that I know of, but Rox he had blood-red eyes." Roxy's eyes doubled in size.

"Mom, I just saw a Lamborghini Murcielago coming out from the direction of our mansion." Roxana said in a daze. "I haven't seen anyone come to our house in months." Roxana wears a short, tight dress, just enough to cover her sexy butt. Roxana's whole body gave off a strong smell of alcohol, red lipstick smeared, mascara smeared on the corners of her eyes. Last night she must have had such an orgy that she didn't come home, and it was past dinner time when she came back red-rimmed.

VANESSA I opened the plate, rice with Banga sauce stared back at me. Today was egg and diary product day. I had a food schedule that I followed to the letter. On Monday, I had pushed the food away from me and stood up quickly. That turned out to be a mistake,because I felt so dizzy that I nearly plummeted foreword. I clutched the wooden chair for support, my legs felt numb.

Birds sang in the flowering jacaranda trees, and laughter echoed from the back courtyard. Inside a minimalist study lined with medicinal herbs and ancient texts, Arla-Rosa, now known simply as Doctor Rosa, sat with a steaming cup of herbal tea. Her robe was unbuttoned at the throat, revealing faint scars along her collarbone, a quiet testimony of her past. She gazed out the window, twin shadows darting across the lawn as her sons chased each other with wooden swords. Her heart ached with tenderness and longing.