Novel & Cerita Roxy Morton

I chuckled, and with another quick snap, I shed my remaining clothing, leaving only my boxers hidden beneath the water's surface. As I stood there, the soft sand shifting between my toes, I couldn't help but drink in the sight of Roxy, my forever mate. I held her close, keeping her body partially above the water's surface, as she began to remove her shirt. But I stopped her, my arm reaching out to gently grasp her wrist, pulling it to my chest. Roxy's eyes met mine, a hint of confusion etched on her beautiful face. "Well, aren't you going to claim your mate?" she asked, her voice laced with a playful challenge, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon. I hope you had a pleasant trip.” I smiled at her. Roxy had been orphaned during the war with Dark Abyss. Her father, a formidable sorcerer, had passed down his magical lineage to her. Known for her exceptional combat sorcery skills, she was among one of the top sorcerers in Yurene. “It was fine,” I said simply, and then I glanced out at the field of trainees. “How are things going?” “The trainees are quick learners,” she replied, and she ran her hand through her wavy black hair. “We’ve been working on mastering basic fighting sorceries. They’re doing great.”

'By the time you realise what you have done, it will be too late, if you do not amend your ways now', he said. The doctor hurriedly attended to Roxy. He did not find anything wrong with her but he dared not contradict Roxy when she claimed she was in a lot of pain so he had given her some sedatives as well but in the form of tablets which she pretended to drink to dumped in the trash can when they were not looking.

“You, baby. You are so needy and want it so bad and you can’t get it. Do as I say and play with your clit. Trust me, it’ll fly you right over the edge.” Roxy takes her hand and places it over mine, it feels warm and soft. It never ceases to amaze me, how small her hands in comparison to my big hands. All the better for holding my hockey stick and never letting go. She begins to rub her clit and if that isn’t enough to make me ejaculate in my damn pants, I don’t know what is. The woman is hotter than hot, she’s so damn sexy she blows my fucking mind.

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.

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

I even feel like I’m already about to pass out until my whole body dropped on his arm. “W-What are you doing to Nathalie?!” Roxy screamed as I saw Tyron walking past her. “Let her go or I’ll call the cops!” “You want Kyrie Menzel, don’t you?” I saw when Roxy was frozen on the ground before her eyes went to look at our house. “All yours now.” No! No, please… Roxy, please, help me… Kyrie… Kyrie, come out here, please… I couldn’t do anything when Tyron carried me inside his car and before I could even lose my consciousness, I saw Roxy smiling to herself before she went inside the mansion and calmly closed the gate behind her.

CHAPTER 4 TAYLOR “Your name is Taylor Anya Fitzroy and you're an orphan. You lost your parents in an accident at fifteen and your grandpa died after you graduated from high school. You're twenty two years old, you lived in an apartment which was close to where you formerly worked as a barista at a Cafe and your boyfriend… Well, now your ex-boyfriend is Malcolm Doe.” Mr Rover listed every single information about myself while he sat before me in the mansion's living room but all I could think about was the amount of blood I just witnessed out there when he shot those bodyguards in their knees and hands.

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.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.