Roxy X Chica Novels & Stories

He wipes his finger with it as he spoke in his thick husky and firm voice, “Yes?” The door opened, allowing light from the outside to enter the room. A woman in her twenties, named Carla, walked into the room, dressed in black jeans, a black shirt, and black boots. Her hair is tied in a clean bun while she held a tablet in her hand. Her eyes fell on the tall man, whose back is to her. He didn’t turn around to look at her, “Any news?” He asked gruffly. “She is with Mateo Nixon. She is currently staying at Xon,” She replied calmly.

Roxy screamed out her orgasm as Ivy licked up her juices, savoring the taste as she turned to me. Fuck me. Ryder was right. She definitely did change my mind.

Roxanne yelled as Sylvia playfully switched off the navigation button. Let's go to the forest. Sylvia yelled too, increasing the Radio set. Roxanne shook her head..this friend of hers was just too crazy. She was crazy and protective.. She remembered Prom, their school was having their Prom then. She was dressed beautifully and the boys couldn't get their eyes off her. They followed her to the bathroom and tried to do something stupid. Lucky for her.. she had a crazy friend who beat up the whole squad up in a minute. She looked at the crazy girl near her, who was singing at the top of her voice.

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

She looked stunning like a force of nature, her moves commanding attention, her hair, dancing like waves, fell over her shoulders. As I made my way through, my heart pounded in my chest. When Sarah spotted me, her face lit up, and she dropped her drink, abandoning it on a nearby table. She glided over to me, her eyes bright with energy. “Oh hey, Roxy, darling!” she called out, pulling me into a tight hug. “Thanks for coming.” Her perfume, a heady mix of something floral and musky, enveloped me, I smiled, trying to match her enthusiasm. “Thanks for calling.”

Penny said walking into the bathroom. “Isn't that Xara Maximilian?" A random girl asked her friends as Xara entered with Penny and Alianna. “Omg! She is. Let's go take a picture with her." The girl's friends suggested as they rushed towards her. “Oh hey!" Penny greeted as the girls approached them. “Hi, we were wondering if we could take a picture with you." The girl told. “Sure, why not." Alianna agreed as they got up and took pictures with them.

I shift on my stool and try not to adjust my cock that is getting stiff in my pants. “I don’t mind, I like all the attention,” Rachel says coquettishly. Roxy turns to her. “Rache, he’s an asshole. You can do better than a man-whore like my stepbrother. Trust me, he’s probably got some vile STD or something. Come on, bring your coffee. I’ll get you settled in your guest room.” Roxy stands up off the stool, pushes it back slightly and reaches for her coffee. I can’t help glance at her chest in her tight T-shirt with the name of some random rock band on it that I have never heard of.

I can feel the playboy next to me, and he’s looking at me as if I am a piece of meat, not happening, mate. I walk away, and once I reach the party again another boy comes talking to me, he is blonde with green eyes, cute, but not my type. He seems too sure of himself, and I don’t like that, immediately he traps me between his body and the wall, and it gives me the creeps, so I escape from him. I walk to meet Roxy that is now sitting on the floor with a bottle of beer. I sit next to her crossing my legs, and she smiles at me, she introduces me to her friends, and we all start talking happily.

As we hauled our cases up and down the white stone steps we chatted merrily, the air fizzing with optimism. As other new girls Cherry, Martha and Sinead introduced themselves, I felt a twinge of embarrassment. They were so shiny and polished compared to Roxie and I. Yet they were friendly enough, promising parties and fun. “I cannot fucking wait!” Roxie shouted, accidentally hitting the blonde Cherry in the elbow as she jumped up and down. She always get it wrong when she tries too hard to be liked. A few guys said hello too, most of them very much enjoying Roxie’s neon pink, low-cut halter. She pouted and flirted back. I’ve got no time for messing about this year.

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.