Roxy Risingstar Novels & Stories

"OWERRR!" "HAHA!" Everyone began laughing at Collen. "But It'z tru!" "Okazy Sturd what'z their names!?" Ashley demanded. "It's Rosie! Rosie Palmer and hur five sistars!" "HEehehe!" Collen began laughing face still kissing the table. "No no no! Johnz yerv gotta has a real girl! Like LIanars! She's pretty hot I thiks I'll kisser!" Ashely seized the nearest head lifting it to her lips.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind. "Ashton, you're nothing compared to me. You never deserved me. After the divorce, I'll rise to the very top, and you'll only ever be able to look up to me." Roxy held back her energy. She wasn't ready to reveal she'd started cultivating yet. She planned to stay low for now, then shock everyone later, especially Ashton. Under the alluring night sky, moonlight stretched every shadow across the ground.

Even her name felt like a punch to the gut. "Well, well. Running away from a little vet?" Roxy's voice cut through his spiral. She was leaning against her cherry-red Harley, looking like sin in leather pants and a cropped Iron Fangs cut that showed off her toned midriff. "That's not like you, baby." He glared at her. The endearment felt wrong now, like ash in his mouth. "What are you doing here, Rox?" She feigned innocence but the bitch was anything but innocent. She was always up Blaze's ass and didn't hide she wanted him as her chosen.

"You are aware of Faye’s exceptional character. She has had plenty of suitors ever since she reached adulthood. It's time for someone to mend her emotional scars now that she's divorced and has given up on that jerk. Right now, you are the one who is closest to her. You have an advantage. Act quickly and take advantage of this chance. Otherwise, you'll regret it when someone first wins her heart.” Stefon scowled a little. "I didn’t—“ "Well, just continue to deny it. You'll look back and regret it." Lost in contemplation, Roxy pursed her lips. She abruptly got up from the chair because she felt a slight urge to urinate. "I'm going to the bathroom." "Okay," Stefon said nonchalantly. Fay return

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.

she says as she lifts both her arms and stares blankly at the corner of the room as if trying to picture something and continues, "Just imagine who we might see today, new guys maybe... Scratch that! Hot, new guys, and you guys are taking this long to wake up? Lazy bones." "Why are you all energetic this early? Are you high?" Maeve questions while still on the floor. "No." Roxy replies, not looking at us. Maeve and I share a look and shake our heads because the energy Roxy has is out of this world. She probably woke up at 0600hrs.

He had a glass of something very old and very dark in front of him, a 1962 Dalmore King Alexander III, one of only a handful of bottles left in his collection, which meant he'd been sitting here long enough to decide the occasion warranted it. He looked up when she walked in. She bowed. He picked up his glass, looked at it, set it back down. "I heard your plans failed." Maeve pressed her back teeth together. "The Silvermoon girl," he continued, his voice the particular low, even tone he used when he was most dangerous, "is still alive. Still breathing. And if she heals by tomorrow…" he picked up the glass again and took a slow sip, "...she will be crowned Luna Queen in front of this entire p

“For you to stand before the pack and name her Luna. For you to decide I’m excess, to be tidied away. I won’t wait for that humiliation.” “You’re not excess. You are a pillar of this pack.” “Then prove it,” she said, her voice breaking down with a last, desperate plea. “Prove I matter more than a feeling. Prove your word to me is stronger than whatever spell she’s cast. Tell her to leave. Tonight.” “No.” The word came out clean. Final and Absolute. Rose went very still, as if the sound had physically struck her. All the tension, the anger, and the hurt, seemed to drain away, leaving something worse that seemed like a calm, serene acceptance.