Roxy Kingsman Novels & Stories

About Her=Female lead Name :Roya Knight- Age=22 Educated and shy in nature. She is rich but she is also black in color. She never wear something so revealing. Simple and always smile. And she is tall, slim, perfect body, and her eyes is most attractive About Him - Male lead Name :Johnson Robin Age =27

Aiden and I followed closely behind. "I'm sorry but I tried to keep her inside" A man, I assumed was the third in command, rushed out as we entered. "But she looked through the window and saw the girl and freaked" "The girl's name is Roxy" I stated in annoyance. I didn't appreciate how informal these people were. They were the heads of the pack, after all. He quickly looked at me, then a smile took over his face as he took my hand and kissed it. Weird.

DON ALEXANDRO The door to my room swung open with a loud crash as Rocco Vincent stormed in. My head snapped toward him, one brow lifting as I lazily raised a hand, silently stopping the guard who was about to intercept him. I wasn’t in a hurry. I let the last waves of pleasure roll through me as the woman beneath my robe slowly withdrew her mouth from me, her lips and tongue still grazing my skin. A sharp moan slipped from my mouth as release hit, brief but intense.

" With that, Roxy sneered and went downstairs. By the time she headed down and reached the first floor, her calm mask was already back on her face. After walking a few steps, she saw the manor's wing filled with treasures. The mask that she had put on with great difficulty crumpled again. She could not let things end just like that! In comparison to Roxy's emotional outburst, Sebastian was calm and collected. His face remained calm and gentle. He acted as if nothing had happened. He looked like he did not take anything to heart. Looking at him made Roxy angrier. … After running a few laps around the race track, Victoria was covered in sweat.

He said and smiled when his eyes met hers again and she paused her lips as if she had been wanting to say something. "Today we took it back!" "Yes, Yes." "We took it back." "They couldn't stand a chance against our King. He slit the throat of the Tyrant and killed the people that tormented us. He killed our killers and he'll live a happy life. Long live the King!" The first man yelled, and the others soon joined him. "Long live the King." "And then he stopped with his hand gestures and he sighed. "From this day forward, I King take Princess La Reine as my Slave." TBC

Tonight’s main event drew an especially savage crowd. **Roxy Kane** strutted into the locker room like she already owned the place. She was 24, cocky as hell, and built like a fighter, toned muscles, tight abs, full C-cup breasts barely contained by a black sports bra, and a firm, round ass hugged by tiny black fight shorts. Her short, messy platinum-blonde hair was spiked up, and her sharp blue eyes burned with arrogance. Between her legs, even tucked away, the thick outline of her futa cock was visible, a solid 9 inches when soft and growing fast when hard.

“I don’t love her. I never did. Be mine.” His eyes burned in a way that made her stomach twist. His voice was calm, but too calm — rehearsed, flat, like a role being performed. “I’m Kingsley Rowe,” he added, stepping closer. “I can give you everything your heart desires. Cars. Jewels. Travel. I’ll spoil you like a princess. You deserve to be worshipped.” “Sir…” Carolina said again, heart slamming now. “You have a wife.” He chuckled, low and bitter. “That woman? She’s a status puppet. A trophy. But you—” he reached out, brushing her hair gently off her shoulder, fingers grazing her skin “—you’re real.”

Kane felt it—like all his blood had drained, leaving his body cold when their gazes met. It was as if those eyes were dead. Lifeless. Emotionless. And then, the man spoke. “King Kairos Marchetti.” That man—King—introduced himself and extended a hand for a handshake. Instead of taking it, Kane blinked, momentarily stunned, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. King smiled—a playful curve on his lips—before returning to his stoic demeanor. Kane’s blood boiled even more, but he remained calm. Regaining his composure, he extended his hand, mirroring King’s action—smiling, then turning stoic once again.

She made him learn how to endure it all with a smile and get back so fiercely that the enemy wouldn't have time to wink. "You flatter me the most." He humored and she shrugged insouciantly, "Well, one should learn to flatter the king." "I'm still a crown prince. You should actually flatter your son." Padma scowled, "No. Ajey is not the King. He is just a proxy. He'll step back when you're ready to ascend the throne. We're only waiting for your marriage. With your wife coming into your life, Ajey and I will retire from our official obligations."

Alejandro King Lycan Former Alpha King, King of Lycans and werewolves Long Chocolate brown hair Sky Blue eyes Tall with strong muscular built 6'ft Power:- Alpha King, different kinds of power. Ivory King Magical Alpha King's mate, Queen of Lycans and werewolves, true heir of Davister clan and magicals Long waist length golden hair Amber eyes 5'6 inch, petty frame Power:- Antheia, the light flower, goddess of peace Clotho