Roxy Comic Novels & Stories

I feel very sleepy now, excuse my bad manners'. 'Of course', he replied readily. 'You need it!' She smiled and shut her eyes and after looking at her for a while, Andrew lifted the covers to her chest and left the ward. ****** After fleeing the room, following her exposure, Roxy thought hard. So, this is how it ends? All my waiting and scheming? No way! I shall not give up just yet. She went to the garden where she knew she was sure to see Luna Selina at that time of day. She liked to personally tend to her Sundrop flowers. She was not disappointed. There the old lady was, touching the flowers with such tenderness as one would touch a lover.

She smiles; her mouth looks perfect. “Are you okay with this?” Looking at me, her question confuses me. “Yes, we spoke about fantasies and things like that. This is his way of helping. He seems happy with me doing this.” Sitting, we speak for a while, we look at each other's small contracts, drinking what I believe is Jackson's stash of booze. Laughing, we both relax. Roxy really is fun. As Jackson said, she is quiet and never been with a woman, and never built up the courage to go out and find one.

No way could I make them laugh like Jane did, but I did my thing. The cheers died down as I took up the mic, and expectant eyes watched me all around. "Hi everyone, I'm Roxanna but I prefer Roxy" I shifted from side to side as I prepped myself to continue talking. I didn't prepare or anything, so I was basically winging it. But as always, my demeanour was straight and confident. "There isn't much about me to tell, except that I have a weird obsession with turtles and I was convinced that the universe was somehow against my existence. " I chuckled at myself for admitting that, and I was surprised when they laughed too.

Clara leaned over and what she saw made her blood run cold. Standing in the doorway was Roxy. She was completely nude. One glance over her showed dried cum on her thigh and any wolf with a halfway decent sense of smell could tell Lucas had been all over her. "Did you get..." her voice trailed off when she saw Clara and Lucas. A huge grin formed on her face. "Hi Clara," she said. "Did you want to join Lucas and I in some fun?" "Clara it's not what it looks like." Clara backed out of Lucas' arms. He stood still while Roxy leaned against the doorframe, completely shameless.

Roxie teased, making her way to the room where her painting sat along with the piano, “What is this? Shoot, I think it got damaged..” Walker followed closely behind her, gazing at the portrait of Maddy, not even halfway done. “Oh, shit..I’m sorry,” Walker stepped closer and examined the portrait, “That’s weird...claw marks.” “It’s not claw marks,” Roxie rolled her eyes, leaning in, “You’re only trying to find ways to hate the wolves.” “What would you call those?” Roxie pursed her lips together, “Damage. I’ll start over—it’s OK.” “Maybe I’ll get naked and you can do my portrait.”

She let out a sharp howl of pure agony as a silver bullet tore straight through her hind leg, shattering the bone. Blood gushed from the wound, blending with the red of her fur. The full moon was shining unbelievably bright in the night sky, casting a brilliant silver glow over the forest. Olivia’s vision began to swim. She was bleeding out rapidly, her body growing incredibly weak. She felt herself slipping, on the verge of passing out cold in the dirt. Please, Olivia! You have to hang on! Do not close your eyes! Yara pleaded frantically in her mind, forcing a surge of adrenaline through their shared veins. Follow my lead! I can smell him! I have Vulcan’s scent!

Lyra groaned, then turned back to me. Whitney slammed her mouth shut. "I'm not trying to get you into my group, Rosie. I just think you're worth an ally and that's saying something." "We're not in a movie, Lyra." I replied flatly. "Just take my hand already, Rosie. It fucking aches." "Well I didn't ask you to do that, did I?" "Are you going to take it or not?" she shrieked. "Fine..." I groaned, taking her hand.

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.

Roxy’s gasp catches my attention and I look up just in time to see her drop to her knees on the ground, sucking in air as if she’s been underwater. Her hands spread out and claws burst from her fingers. She lifts her head and howls at the moon, pouring everything inside her into the night. More howls answer her. One, then another and then many more, until the forest feels like it’s alive and the sound surrounds me, vibrating through my bones. Roxy howls again, but it cuts off abruptly and when she starts sniffing. Her head turns slowly in my direction. When our eyes meet, her brown irises glow brighter than I’ve ever seen, luminous as she tilts her head, studying me like she’s seeing somethi