Roxy Ahmad Novels & Stories

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

Roxy had been relentless in her persuasion, a force of nature armed with glittery eyeshadow and an unshakeable belief that a party could solve anything. "It'll be fun! Everyone will be there. You need to let loose and celebrate our big win!" she'd argued, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I, wanting to be a good friend and secretly hoping Roxy was right, had reluctantly agreed.

I had to give her some credits, she did have extensive tastes. I walked over a pile of steel rods that had corroded over the years, walking a few steps before halting suddenly. "Block......B" I raised my head, my eyes lingering on the two feminine silhouettes on the rooftop who seemed entangled in some kind of a heated argument. Even in the darkness, it wasn't that hard to discern Irina petite frame, especially with the soft glow of the moon casting it's light on her. "Let go you damned bitch!!!"

Cyrus stood up from his seat and I did the same, matching the intruders height but she is way taller than me. "Apologize to Carmela!" "No!" The nerve of this girl to say that. What have I ever done to her? "Alicia, I'm warning you..." And I'm sure his patience is running thin. Alicia then just crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at Cyrus. "I am not going to apologize Cyrus, not to this rug, not to anyone!" She's got some attitude and I can't take it anymore. How dare she call me a rug.

"We're going to yoga again?!" "Turns out that not only does Katerine do a pregnancy couples yoga class but a newborn one too," Leo said with a strained sense of enthusiasm. "And I thought that since you love it so much-" "I can't wait!" I squealed. "Thank you! Thank you for all of this!"

I instructed. Adam nodded in affirmation picking up her phone. “Follow him closely but do not get involved until he gets in trouble,” she instructed over the phone. “Let's go back home,” I commanded. The driver nodded in affirmation and started the car. I looked back at Micheal as he tried to fight the people dragging him away, Joan stood there, her mouth open as though she had seen a ghost. Well…she has seen a ghost…who wouldn't be shocked after seeing a man that was involved in a car explosion and you saw his body to confirm his death.

He quickly asked me to put a robe on and meet him in the living room. I did as he said wondering who was there at the door. Maybe it’s Alison with some emergency about the next fashion week’s ramp. After I put on a robe, I came to the living room to see my mom. Of course. Jake was already irritated. Yes, my mom could annoy a person within 0.001 second of meeting them. That was her superpower. She was entitled and proud because she had achieved a lot in her life. She was the former beauty queen, married a rich man and lives an extravagant life.

Roxy slid into the seat beside me, crossed her legs, and poured herself a whiskey. “June, this is Adrien. Adrien, June,” she said casually. “She’s my new friend.” I raised a brow. “Since when do you make friends?” “Since today,” she answered, lifting her glass. I glanced at June again. “Is she even old enough to drink?” Roxy shrugged. “Old enough to keep up.” Then she winked at a blonde across the room. The girl got up immediately and moved toward us. Roxy leaned close to June, brushing her lips against her ear.

𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹 Age - 26 Lives in Maharashtra, Sitamgar Bachelor Very famous and respected influencer Mostly cover trending dance videos She listen to every order until you haven't pissed her.

She’s already staring at me but the moment our eyes meet, she looks away. “These are the women who volunteered to take care of you,” Nysha says bluntly. “Frankly, I’m surprised anyone did.” She gestures toward Adelle and Belle. “You already know them.” Then to the quiet woman. “This is Roxy. She does community service around Eboncrest and has some medical knowledge. Her father was an apothecary which is what humans would call a pharmacist. I believe she used to be an apothecary too.” Roxy keeps her eyes on the floor and doesn’t look at me.