Novel & Cerita Why Foxy Is Out Of Order

FenFang finally frowned and changed into her nine-tailed fox form, anticipating a fight. In her fit of anger and anxiety, she momentarily forgot about the restriction MengYao placed on her. Black chains appeared all over her body. One end led to a collar around her neck. The other ends all seemed to disappear into the ground below FenFang, restricting her movements. She felt utterly humiliated to be seen in such a state but was not willing to back off without a fight.

"You're disturbing him. Let him sleep." The living room looks like the aftermath of a robbery, with a turned-over vase, flowers on the floor, scuff marks on the wall, and a bowl of tomato soup spattered on the carpet. Felix is in the center of the storm, tied to a chair, ropes biting purple into his wrists. "Let me f*cking go," he shouts, half-deranged, hair covering his eyes. They ignore his cries for help. "He's not eating," Waylon says. "And every time we untie him, he tries to escape. But like, he has to go to the bathroom too, so I-"

Once fear had seeped away, I'd been all too aware of his hands on my ass and the strength of his arms holding me. With a small groan, I slumped back into my chair. As glad as I was that Deacon and I were enjoying a little peace, I was beginning to wonder if it had been safer for both of us when we'd been at odds. But who was I kidding? At war or not, I couldn't stop thinking about the delectable Dr. Foxy . . . and the more I got to know him, the more I knew I was in trouble.

Lord Frederick POV “Boss, there is a problem,” Fox said as he stumbled into my room. Unease gripped me as I stood up and looked at him. “What is wrong? Where is Aurora? You were supposed to bring her. Did you lose her? Has she boarded the jet? You were supposed to meet with their vehicle.” My anger was rising; it was obvious that Fox had lost them. Perhaps Ian's men had outsmarted him. “Sir… there is a problem,” Fox stammered in fear and panic, something I hardly ever saw in him.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

“Good. And if the child had been with her… well, accidents happen. But today is for Cecilia. Make it personal.” Back on the road, the convoy entered the narrow pass a secluded stretch where the trees grew close and the road curved sharply. Cecilia stared out the window, lost in thought about the doctor’s visit and the latest legal updates. The restraining order was holding for now, but Adrian’s legal team was fighting it tooth and nail. Suddenly, the lead vehicle swerved violently. “Spike strip!” the driver shouted into the comms.

“How did you—get out! Get out right now!” He closes the book and tosses it onto the coffee table. He starts to give me a witty arrogant reply but his dark eyes suddenly drop to my bandaged foot. The playful smirk instantly vanishes from his face. He stands up so fast he nearly knocks the coffee table over. He crosses the tiny living room in two strides. "What happened to your ankle?" Foxe demands, crouching down right in front of me, and reaches out to examine the bandage. I immediately take a clumsy step backward and slap his hands away before he can even touch me.

And since he was the beta of the clan, the second leader after the alpha, they could only obey his order. “There is nothing much more fun than hunting a desperate prey running for her life, ain’t it?” he claimed with open arms. The pair of silver foxes did let me go, showing that they were pumped up by the proposal of their clan’s beta fox. I knew I should not be satisfying their fun but if I were to just stand here, they would surely torture me further. I did not want that, thus, just after they let go of my arms, I immediately turned on my heels and ran into the darkness.

It felt like everyone around me was holding their breath. “Oooh, Foxy’s angry!” the pierced man taunted as she neared “did we make you upset?” “Don’t touch her!” the girl wailed “she’s had sex with the freak! She might be contaminated!” The group brushed themselves off, which only made Fox more agitated. She walked around the table beside them, then stood next to the man with the piercings. “How’d it feel?” he snickered down to her while sitting on the tabletop.

Carrie is already at the front door, fumbling with the knob, which refuses to turn, only it’s nothing except rust on the bolt and when she twists again, hard, the door flies open, blessed sunlight bursting through. Carrie unlocks the passenger door of the mini-car and throws herself across the seats, followed by Trent. He barely manages to pull his feet inside before she twists the key, hits the gas, and veers into the road, almost sideswiping a delivery van. As he slams his door, Trent glances out the rear window. Angry Fox appears in the warehouse doorway, sans pants and flopping meatily, black plastic eyes gleaming in the sun. Angry Fox makes a pistol sign with his big white paw and mimes