Winx Club Trix Icy Darcy Stormy Novels & Stories

~Trixie’s Point of View~ “It’s too hot, someone open a window,” I whined, feeling trapped between two heaters. I popped my eyes open to see Dawson, passed out cold. He was so damn sexy, cute and handsome when his mouth wasn’t moving and messing things up. I stroked his hair, and his face. My mate. Sealed to him forever now.

He balanced a fresh tray of champagne, moving with terrifying precision straight toward the devil himself. ​I lifted my glass of wine to my lips, a dark, vindictive smirk finally carving its way across my face as I watched Ryder pull Mary closer to his chest across the room. ​Drink up, Vance. Tomorrow, you're going to lose everything.

“Like what?” “The club girls.” Darcie shrugged. “They can be a bit full on. The first time I came here with Havoc, one pressed her tits against the window of his truck while we were kissing and then offered to suck his dick. They are desperate to get a property patch of their own and it makes them a little…” she searched for the right word, a wide smile on her face. “skanky.” My laughter joined hers. Yeah, skanky was the right word.

Katherine watched his flaming red ponytail swing from side to side as he walked away and exited the club. She felt defeated and rejected. “Fine then, asshole," Katherine shouted against the music that was now blaring in the club. She shook her head, as her mind became less cloudy. “Mitch! Shit!" She rushed off towards the storage room. She busted into Cassandra's and Cheryl's fuck session. “We've gotta get outta here fast.” Cheryl puts up a finger, wanting her to wait one second, then Cheryl moved her head faster between Cassandra's legs. Cassandra was already riding out her orgasm as she came all over Cheryl's tongue. “Are you guys fucking kidding me?” Katherine shouted. Cherry came up for

“Please. It's definitely not as soft or comfortable as yours. Besides, I'm sure Marcello would forgive you. You're too pretty for him to just forget, and let's not mention your skills in bed.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Did you just call me pretty?” “Don’t get used to it,” she rolled her eyes. “Too late.” I shoved a fry into my mouth. “Put it in writing.” Darcy leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You wish. So what’s your plan now, lover boy? Gonna drown yourself in cologne and bad decisions at the club tonight, hoping he shows up to claim you?” “Already did that last week. This week I’m going for sobriety and a lot of ass kissing.”

This son of his was too much to his liking … Darcy shook his head as he came out of his daze “I cannot stand the woman….I will have to disappoint your plan.” “Che!!!” Chris sneered “Is she worthy?” “Huh?” Darcy looked at his little brother in confusion. “Night Wing” Chris called out without explaining further; Night Wing walked out of the shadow with someone following him. Everyone’s eyes widened as light shone on the person following Night Wing. If Darcy wasn’t sitting among them, they would have mistaken that person for him. The shadow guard walked towards Adam and winked “Dad, you can close your mouth. It’s only me.”

He ordered a bottle of their most expensive wine and took his seat opposite Phoenix, who though seated, was shaking her body to the booming music. From the place where they were seated, Phoenix had a vantage view of the entry point to the club bar and the boisterous crowd dancing wildly in the lower section. She watched with excitement as the man and lady tracking her stepped into the club and walked over to the bar section. After the drink was served, Phoenix requested ice and an ice pick knife. "To friendship and love," Dex raised his wine glass towards Phoenix. "To pain and death," Phoenix clinked her wine glass with his and chuckled at Dex's perplexed expression. She emptied the content

“If you don’t get the hell away from me, I swear to the moon goddess above, I’ll slice off your favorite appendage and serve it on this platter I’m preparing for one of my best friends. I’ll take it to her. Get out of my face, Zane.” For an omega, Darcy is fierce. It’s one thing that attracted me to her. Beyond her curvy ass and voluptuous breast of course. I would go for her again, but it seems I’ve overstayed my… um… I shouldn’t have tapped that. What the hell was I thinking? Sprinting away, I charge up the stairs. It’s been a while since Xillon accompanied Annalise to her room, and he hasn’t returned to the festivities. He better not touch a single hair on her head or I’ll kill him.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

Any woman would want that body in her bed—Tara included. “He got dumped.” Tristan supplied. Darcy grabbed a towel and threw it at Tristan. The force of the throw caused the towel to smack right on the side of Tristan’s face. Instead of cursing, the older brother laughed and said, as he watched Darcy walking past him toward the stairs that’d lead him up to the high-diving platform above, “Get over it, Darcy boy. She’ll come begging for you again like all of your other ex-girlfriends did.”