Springtime Foxy Novels & Stories

Text messages poured in, and my phone lagged, freezing at the chat interface with Greyson. Greyson: [You're disgusting! Don't return to the Tromp family anymore! I'll tell them about your affairs!] [I feel dirty to have ever slept with you!] I wanted to explain, but I found it useless after typing a long explanation. Greyson would never believe me, so I deleted word by word. After a while, a call came in, and I subconsciously picked up. The unfamiliar male voice was extremely vulgar. "How much for one night? I've seen your photos, and I'm satisfied!"

At first, I was worried due to her severe injuries, but she kept healing as she should, which made me relax for a bit. After knowing that she would be alright, I couldn’t t stop stroking her back, whispering how much I want her. I fucking love Foxy. I have since I first met her. I knew she was mine. I could feel her wolf talking to my wolf King, and she was reaching out to us. From that day, we made a deal. I would let her other mate Alpha Blair live if she agreed to come with me. She kept her promise, and after the tournament, she started working for me at one of my clubs. She is feisty, cunning, and so fucking sexy that I started calling her Foxy. She didn’t seem to mind, so I continued, a

“You want to catch them before your kids are born, yes?” “Well, yeah.” “Well, you won’t do that being in lockdown. Let me make a suggestion. After tomorrow, lift the lockdown and venture outside the compound, business as usual. They will come out of hiding soon enough, then you snag them. They are your prey. You are the hunters. You lay your trap. What does Foxy want more than anything?” she asks, tilting her head to the side, watching us as the penny drops. “Me.” I say to her, more like a question, and she chuckles, shaking her head.

She was sleeping peacefully, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, soon, I noticed something was wrong. Charlotte’s face was flushed. Even though she was clearly unwell, she lay completely still. I panicked. I called out to her softly, then patted her firmly. She still did not make a sound.

That reckless and bold sound could only be from him, though I did not want to look up. A motorcycle that was easily a hundred times sleeker than Ethan’s stopped in front of me. The first thing I saw was a pair of black, knee-high Martin boots. Then, the person ruffled my hair. His touch was firm but not rough. Only then did I look up. I had to be honest. Ryan Carter’s eyes were a hundred times prettier than Ethan’s too. The street lights flickered as Ryan looked down at me with his hands in his pockets. “Why are you crouching here? Act civilized, will you?”

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It's splendid!" Leaf squealed. I looked towards the talker and flinched with shock and fear when I saw a fox sitting in front of me. The fox was 5.7ft tall, with rose gold fur with a long white streaky trailing from his head to his fluffy tail. His paws were white too and the inside of his ears red. He was beautiful. "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. "You are so cute, Foxy!"

I feel a hand brushing over my fur. I sigh, enjoying the familiar touch and scent. Maverick used to do this with me whenever I took a nap and he wasn’t there. He would find me curled up in my fox form and he’d pet me. I should be pissed that he’s in my room right now. I should be pissed that he’s touching me without my permission, but I just don’t got the fucking heart. This new scent he’s got is making me crave things that I don’t understand. It has to be some sort of pheromone spray, because it’s the only thing that makes sense.

Rhiannon’s POV “Hey.” Stephen leant down and kissed the crown of my head, before moving down to scratch behind my fox’s ears. The little creature came everywhere with me, now. I hadn’t named him, not properly – I just called him Foxy, which Cin had taken and morphed into Foxy Spangles, for some reason that I honestly doubted even made any sort of sense to her. I smiled up at him, tipping my head back so I could kiss him. “Hi,” I said against his lips, my smile growing wider as he grinned against my mouth.

“Handsome, are you trying to cut all of Yamafuji Sai’s bounty hunters like vegetables?” The woman glanced at Tyr. Even though she sounded like she was blaming Tyr, her voice was calm. It was as if the death of the other bounty hunters had nothing to do with her. Tyr threw the walkie-talkie onto the ground and walked toward the two people, “Names?” The girl smiled and said, “I’m Foxy. He’s Crow. “I’ve never seen you before, handsome.” Tyr felt that this woman was trying to say something else and asked, “What do you mean?”