Roxy Comic Novels & Stories

With a swift snap of my fingers, a luxurious fur-lined cloak appeared, and I carefully wrapped it around her shoulders, fastening it at the neckline. Roxy's crazy curls spilled out from beneath the cloak as she smiled her thanks. In that moment, she looked breathtakingly beautiful, like a dark ice princess risen from the frozen depths. Her beauty was mesmerizing, and I felt my heart swell with pride. The shy Cryomancer led us to the dining hall, where River awaited. As soon as his eyes landed on Roxy, his expression faltered, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face.

I’m striding inside, chest heaving, ready to explode. The place is half full, with some of the guys playing pool and others drinking and chatting it up. Roxy stands out like a fox in a henhouse, leaning over the bar like she’s begging to get fucked, sipping a beer like she just got her lips done. When she sees me striding in her direction, her lips twist and her eyes narrow in a knowing smile. Almost amused. “Trouble in paradise, big boy?” she practically meows, twisting a lock of her hair around her painted nail.

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.

Roxy whispered, staring at the girl hooked to the IV and her face somewhat looking colorful from the pale complexion. " I hope so too," Beatrix answered, sitting on the loveseat. Her head is running a mile per second thinking about where Ricardo has gone and why her heart and head are so wildly working worried about him. Roxy sat on the couch in front of the love seat looking into nothingness as today's incident has shaken everyone pretty badly and they can't seem to get out of it. Roxy was a member of Jake's gang but she never put her leg into that side of the gang and Rob always made sure that his little sister was far away from the dark side.

“I had a hunch and I metal-scanned Tequila and she did the same to me. It was in her wrist Bry. Her fucking wrist!” “Woah!” His orbs widened. “We need to get it removed quickly and really carefully.” “We already got rid of it Bry. One wrong move and I could’ve lost her.” Storm’s voice took a low tone as he ran his hand through his hair out of frustration. “That’s wild.” Bryan mumbled, still in shock. “Find the rat Bryan. For Ro- Teq, that much is true. “Yes boss.” Bryan smiled at his close slip-up. “I know she goes by Roxy, Storm.” Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her.

The words roll off so casually like we’re talking about the goddamn weather. I close my mouth, there’s nothing to say. Braide, who is no different from the other men in my life confused the fuck out of me. But he manages to stand out more in that aspect. How did we go from whatever moment we had to this? Roxy finally comes back, her eyes darting between both of us, she squints at both of us but doesn’t bother to ask the question she’s dying to ask. “Why are you here?” she didn’t bother with pleasantries.

“This isn’t a gangbang, dear. It’s a bachelor party. You can take one or two customers to satisfy, and leave the others to my girls. You’re greedy.” I was just asking. Why did he have to be so mean about it? I looked around again. Still no Johnny. Just a bunch of testosterone-packed jerks like him. “We should make him the happiest man tonight before he gets tied down forever,” Roxy sighed dramatically. “It could’ve been me. But no—I was blessed with balls instead of a hymen.” “Roxy, I—” “Take this,” he said, shoving a blue pill and a shot of something strong—tequila, probably—into my hands. “Now!”

I leaned my back against the concrete wall of the hallway and slid down until I hit the floor. I did it. I survived the fire. "Well, well. Look who decided to grow some claws." I looked up at the voice. Roxy was leaning against the doorframe of the dressing room with a fresh cigarette pinched between her fingers. Her heavy makeup was smudged but a genuine smirk played on her dark red lips. I forced myself to stand up. My platform boots felt a hundred pounds heavier than they had an hour ago. But I managed to walk over to the cracked mirror and dropped the fistful of cash onto the vanity.

Although he brought me clothes, it didn’t erase what Huxley had just done and I dressed up in the cream suit dress he had gotten me, my mind replayed everything that had happened between us just now. It was weird. Despite my hatred for him, it was hard to deny how my body had reacted so obviously to him. Also, there was Roxy’s reaction to him. “Roxy, why are you not angry anytime you see Huxley? He rejected us.” I question as I stepped out of his office and straight into my office. “His wolf wants me,” came Roxy’s reply. I don’t know if it’s just in my head but she sure did sound a little angry. Was she angry at Huxley’s wolf or Huxley?

Roxy smirked, “He’s here with you but he’ll be with me in bed.” What? Her words shattered my terrain on thoughts. I was planning on not backing off but her words put me in a pause. “Roxy!!” Yohan stood up from his seat in anger and panic, “What do you think you’re doing!?” He gritted his teeth. If you look at their heights Yohan was about two inches taller than her while she wore a four inch heel but they both were good looking. “I’m saying the truth.” She folded her arms, “I’ve always been your sex par-” Before she got to finish her words Yohan grabbed her wrist and pulled her away with him while I sat in there in utter confusion of mixed emotions.