Roxy Drugs Novels & Stories

Roxy stood before me, radiant in the simple silver sweatpants and black shirt, her beauty shining through with an understated elegance that left me momentarily speechless. I swiftly regained my composure, but the image of her standing there, bathed in the soft light of the room, would stay with me forever. "I will try everything in my power to reverse this," I vowed, determination etched in my voice. "I'll seek out the wisest Witches, consult with another Forsaken, and scour the earth to find a solution. I'll leave no stone unturned, I promise. I'm so sor—" My words were cut short as Roxy suddenly closed the distance between us, flinging her arms around me in a tight, desperate embrace.

"Your new drugs, it is really causing a great shift in our business and we were hoping to come to some sort of agreement with you. We are requesting that you take it off the market for a short while but if that doesn't work for you, then you'd have to stop supplying around our territories." "Those drugs are just painkillers." I breathed reluctantly as I leaned back on my seat, my eyes never leaving Ricardo and his never leaving mine. I wondered if he was even interested in the discussion going on or perhaps, he was only imagining the many dirty activities we could indulge in. Especially on this large table. "Miss. Rodriguez, you know for a fact that those pills are not just ordinary painkill

"Come on, let's head back." Xoan gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, his face easing into a gentler expression. Yaslyn shook her head. "We can't go back just yet. I still have something to take care of." "What's that?" "Mr. Hendrix Jurado slipped Rosemary a peculiar drug. It's made of some rare ingredients, and I need to swing by his medicine stash to leave a few things behind, just in case." "I'm coming with you." Xoan was genuinely concerned she might get hurt or run into trouble, and he insisted on joining her.

Roxy exclaimed, while a shimmering, ethereal white light began to glow around her as she activated the Detachment Technique. She then stated with ironclad conviction, "I'll never acknowledge it, though! I'll never let Ashton ruin me or force me to submit! I'll let him see who truly stands in the right with the final outcome! I'll never lose to him!" Anna sighed inwardly, knowing Roxy's stubbornness far too well. Roxy held her chin high, proud and unyielding. "You should take care of Summit Media first. I'll shift my focus back to our main operations—once we land a few major real estate projects, Summit Group will reach new heights!"

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.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

This is driving me nuts, that's why I particularly hate shopping. Roxy on the other hand keeps suggesting I just get a cute lingerie and fuck him. She's still unaware of my cam girl lifestyle, and while Tamer will enjoy the idea of me twirling around in skimpy lingerie, I want something he will remember me by. Something pretty sentimental. This is stressful, shopping is stressful... And anyone who argued otherwise should be arrested for not being human. “Okay,” Roxy suddenly says, clapping her hands like she’s about to host a game show. “I can see your face contorting into frustration, so let's create a new plan.”

Xander steps forward, crossing the room to get to me. His fingers find mine, and he pulls me closer to himself, making his stance clear. "And what did we find?" Castellan narrows his eyes, folding his hands behind him, each word laced with malice. "Suppressants. Omega suppressants." He said slowly. Xander's grip on my hand falters for a brief moment. "No, Xander... It's not what you think." I clutch his arm desperately. My heart was beating fast. Suddenly it felt like the walls were closing in.

He asks raising a eyebrow. "James you always look like shit. And yes it looks like your cock blocking ass was too late to kill our joy, fuck yes the night was fun" Roxy says sassily before showing him the bird. "That's a shame, well good thing I'm here for the rest of the week and I'm going to be the biggest kill joy. Like for starters, go put on some pants child, you look like a 2 dollar hooker" he says in a voice which I think he thinks sounds like mom.

She laid back on the bed as her mother swept in to cover her up and take her empty dishes. Vera, what's happening? Roxie pushed in her head, hoping to get a reply. I don't know. Suddenly I'm very sleepy.. I think it's a sedative mixed with wolfsbane.. I can't.. You're on your own, I must rest... Roxie could barely hold her eyes open anymore. "There there, just go to sleep. Everything will be fine, you'll see." Roxie heard her mother say, but responding was now impossible. She felt like the woman was standing across the room trying to talk to her. It seemed so far away. She was afraid of what was going to happen to her, as her eyelids suddenly became heavy and she lost the ability to remain a