Roxy X Gregory Novels & Stories

That's how fast my love for holidays had gone down the drain. Roxy dyed her hair back to its natural color, black. She said that the old her was gone and she didn't need to keep her hair blonde with pink ends. She actually looks more rogue with black hair, if you ask me. Her relationship with Kye is one that I admire alot. They've had fights over the years but they always sit down like adults and try to solve their issues. They both always find time for each other and that's what makes me happy for the two of them.

She has been having around a weird crowd, and I definitely don’t like her new girl friends, they are rude and think that they can comment on anyone’s appearance just because they are flawless. I see Leo ogling over one of them and I shake my head as Roxy and Richie arrive. I give them both a quick hug and I pull them onto the sitting area while the music starts blasting. Leo walks to the plastics and offers them drinks while they all drool all over him. Roxy finds it extremely funny while I don’t like a little bit. He is my best friend and I don’t want him getting hurt. But hey, he is probably using them as much as they are using him.

But what attracted me to it wasn't its color or feel; it was the fact that it was conservative and not revealing at all. "And it's Gregory's family color," she said in a low voice, and I mentally rolled my eyes as Lexi purred. He was indeed sweet and has been trying to prove that he wasn't as I thought he was, but I wasn't stupid enough to fall for such lies. A few minutes later, I stepped out of the room, and as soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up. He had this smile on his face that every man has whenever he sees a beautiful woman.

Cyrus replied. Gregory's fingers halted on the page. His tone was unreadable as he asked, "Where is she sleeping?" "She's sleeping with Mr. Xander." With a sharp snap, Gregory slammed the book shut. The bandage on the back of his hand was stained red again as the movement tugged at his wound. Cyrus, seeing Gregory's icy expression, felt a chill run down his spine. "Mr. Sinclair—" Before Cyrus could say another word, Gregory threw off the covers, got out of bed, and stormed out of the room. He headed straight for Xander's.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

I grab the boxes and hurry back up to the apartment, but I'm greeted by Roxy, as soon as I walk in the door. "She's just getting her stuff from the bathroom," she points down the hall. Her robe is now open and much more skin is on display than when she first walked out earlier. I tried to walk down the hallway to bring Sydney the boxes, but Roxy gets in my way. "So, you are like a real live mountain man? Like from the TV shows?" "I don't know what TV shows you mean," I say, staring over her head towards the hallway. THat's why I don't see her move to press her boobs up against my arm. Her touch makes my skin crawl.

Clara leaned over and what she saw made her blood run cold. Standing in the doorway was Roxy. She was completely nude. One glance over her showed dried cum on her thigh and any wolf with a halfway decent sense of smell could tell Lucas had been all over her. "Did you get..." her voice trailed off when she saw Clara and Lucas. A huge grin formed on her face. "Hi Clara," she said. "Did you want to join Lucas and I in some fun?" "Clara it's not what it looks like." Clara backed out of Lucas' arms. He stood still while Roxy leaned against the doorframe, completely shameless.

The rogue alley cat had returned, helping himself to my food, drinks, and cosy blanket as we sat on the sofa, sinking into its billowing cushions like children. As I told him about the date and how Greg was bragging about his watch and possession’s he’d rolled his eyes and yawned. As soon as I mentioned Rocco appearing he started clapping and going, “tell me he grabbed you there and then, that’s the shit I’m needing to hear!” as the sofa juddered with his large, bouncing frame. “No it was just a hello and goodbye, but during the meal…Greg had to take a work call and so I headed to the powder room…Rocco followed me in.”