Roxy X Chica Novels & Stories

Roxy smirked, “He’s here with you but he’ll be with me in bed.” What? Her words shattered my terrain on thoughts. I was planning on not backing off but her words put me in a pause. “Roxy!!” Yohan stood up from his seat in anger and panic, “What do you think you’re doing!?” He gritted his teeth. If you look at their heights Yohan was about two inches taller than her while she wore a four inch heel but they both were good looking. “I’m saying the truth.” She folded her arms, “I’ve always been your sex par-” Before she got to finish her words Yohan grabbed her wrist and pulled her away with him while I sat in there in utter confusion of mixed emotions.

Then she looks at me, really looks at me, grin still tugging at her mouth. “I’m not into you, Gianna.” “Wow, that’s… nice to hear,” I mumble under my breath. She wheezes out another laugh. Great, she decides to have amazing hearing just as I mumble my disappointment in her lack of interest. “It’s not that you’re not pretty,” she says, nudging my shoulder lightly. “You are. Extremely beautiful. But straight girls aren’t my thing.” Straight girls? My brows knit together putting two together. Roxy is actually into girls. I mean, I assumed somewhere in the back of my mind but I didn’t actually think I’d be right.

Roxy said, her back resting on a wall as she smoked. "Swear to fùck, but he declined my library card...that ice prince." Trinidad muttered. She tried to talk to him in computer class but no avail. She's with a football which she's throwing up and catching. "You should be glad he even talked to you cos my tenant is crazily arrogant. I have a feeling he'll get along with you since you're academically sharp too." Roxy replied, smokes following her words out of her nostrils. "Are we going to the anniversary party tonight?" Sophia asked.

she said urgently as I rose to my feet. I was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to say. Roxy was the last person I’d expected to see here. She’d been absent from Yurene for so long and part of me had been scared that she was killed in Wegalla. As she stood before me, I was swept up by her beauty. Her sea-green eyes were wild with excitement and her black hair was tangled a bit, likely from her travels, but she looked like a warrior goddess to me.

||Claire|| “Girls, wait…” Roxy’s voice halted us. Val and I turned to face her. Roxy shifted nervously on her feet, her eyes darting between us. “I have something important to tell you before we go, Claire,” she stated, casting her eyes down. “What is it? Go on, you can tell us anything,” I encouraged, sensing her deep anxiety. “I have found my... my mate,” she started, the words barely a breath. “What?” The girls and I screamed in pure shock. “That is great news.”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Everything is fine. Just ask she arrived eight feet from her dorm, two of Roxy’s friends blocked her path. “This is so not worth it.” April G quickly turned away but was soon confronted by two more of Roxy’s friends. You have got to be kidding me. Fearful of exposing her abilities, April G ran as far as she could towards the end of the hallway. Until finally, Roxy appeared out of nowhere and through her against the lockers. “Remember Me, Tramp?” Roxy said as she shoved April G against the lockers.

Roxy Kane was no longer pretending to be tough. She lay sprawled across the wide metal bench on her back, legs forced wide apart and held open by Jax and Riley’s strong hands. Her firm ass and thighs glowed an angry, throbbing red from countless spankings. Both her holes, pussy and ass gaped openly, red and swollen, leaking a steady mix of her own juices and the winners’ spit. Her platinum-blonde hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and her once-sharp blue eyes were now glassy and unfocused. Her own futa cock, still rock-hard despite everything, lay twitching against her toned stomach, the head shiny with fresh precum. Carla “The Crusher” Morales stood between Roxy’s spread thighs lik