Rudeus X Roxy Novels & Stories

All unmated wolves, over eighteen, come to find their mates. I saw Sarah and waved as she looked up. Grabbing Troy’s arm, she made her way over to Jackson and me. “Damn Sarah, are you kissing Jackson too?” Troy said jokingly, “your lipstick is the same color as Em’s!” He was the only one who laughed at his joke. “Maybe Em is the one kissing you, ever thought of that?” Sarah said in return as she glared at Troy. Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw Sarah throw a close call glance at Jackson. I shrugged it off.

“Change your mind real quick out there in the dark, didn’t you, princess?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Gabriel stepped up behind me, his massive frame instantly blocking the doorway. His presence seemed to shrink the entire room. “Cut the crap, Roxy,” Gabriel’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the room. “She stays.” Roxy stood up, crossing her arms over her lace bra. She walked over, her eyes raking over my torn blouse and the raw, whiskey-rinsed scrapes on my hands. “She looks like a broken doll, Cerb. She won’t last a single song out there. The brothers will tear her apart.”

“Take it easy on yourself. He was not a man. He was a predator who tried to take advantage and kill you. He got what he deserved,” “Are you saying that because Roxy turned into an acid-spewing demon made of rocks?” June asked April G. “Hey look, I have no idea what the hell Roxy turned into. With all these powers in monsters popping in and out, it would be nice if we had a little more info on it. But with Hughley out and about, I doubt we will be able to get any information on what we are up against,” Just as April G said those words, Madison looked over and saw a large book with a cat silhouette and three red diamonds playing across from each other.

Roxie teased, making her way to the room where her painting sat along with the piano, “What is this? Shoot, I think it got damaged..” Walker followed closely behind her, gazing at the portrait of Maddy, not even halfway done. “Oh, shit..I’m sorry,” Walker stepped closer and examined the portrait, “That’s weird...claw marks.” “It’s not claw marks,” Roxie rolled her eyes, leaning in, “You’re only trying to find ways to hate the wolves.” “What would you call those?” Roxie pursed her lips together, “Damage. I’ll start over—it’s OK.” “Maybe I’ll get naked and you can do my portrait.”

Roxy had gotten plastic surgery to look like Daisie. Although she did not look exactly like her, one could see some similarities between them when they observed closely. Since Daisie could become popular, Roxy could become famous as well. The middle-aged man put on his jacket and said, “I can help you with that, but make sure you keep your lips tight.” Roxy chuckled. “Don’t worry. I will.” After a few days, Roxy became an artist under Tenet Media with the middle-aged man’s help. When the manager at Tenet Media saw Roxy, he was stunned.

“This isn’t a gangbang, dear. It’s a bachelor party. You can take one or two customers to satisfy, and leave the others to my girls. You’re greedy.” I was just asking. Why did he have to be so mean about it? I looked around again. Still no Johnny. Just a bunch of testosterone-packed jerks like him. “We should make him the happiest man tonight before he gets tied down forever,” Roxy sighed dramatically. “It could’ve been me. But no—I was blessed with balls instead of a hymen.” “Roxy, I—” “Take this,” he said, shoving a blue pill and a shot of something strong—tequila, probably—into my hands. “Now!”

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

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.

Feeling the anger for the stranger's lack of respect, my eyebrows furrowed but I was pulled back to reality when a monstrous growl escaped from Cyrus' lips that disturbed the silence of the woods and what happened next almost felt like a dream. Cyrus crashed his lips to mine, aggressively, demanding and yet so sexy. He pushed me a little, causing my back to hit the tree. I heard him growl between the kiss. I was too stunned to move or to think on how I should react. But I am not pushing him away nor kissing him back. I felt the tingles. The tingles that I never thought would bring warmth and comfort in me. Like a crazy man, he savoured my lips that made my knees go weak. He sucked on my lips