Roxy X Gregory Novels & Stories

Roxy said as she shoved April G against the lockers. “Roxy, look. What happened in class was an accident. I did not mean to hurt you, “ “Well, that is funny. Because what I am about to do to you is it going to be an accident too, “ Roxy wrapped her hands around April G’s throat and began to tighten her grip as much as possible with April G struggling to pull her hands off. “Get the hell away from me,” April G said “Make me, Bitch,” Just as it seemed that Roxy was going to strangle April G to death, April G lifted her leg and kicked Roxy off her.

Lory was very sweaty and tired while Greg was relentless. "You are beautiful." "Greg, Greg. Please, I will reach my climax again!" "Cum for me, please," he begged. After a while, Lory felt the trembling of her whole body again because of the taste of what she was feeling. Greg didn't give up and put more pressure on her pussy. "Ohh, stop! Ah- Greg!" She tried to stop Greg but it pushed even harder. "Greg! Please! Ahh." "Ohh, Lory. I like you so much,” Greg said and left a kiss on her forehead. He covered Lory’s body and hugged her very tight.

As always, you would never save me. "Ah! So, she's close to Logan, I believe?" Her voice sounded so delighted to ask him, but why? "Hi. I'm Roxy! You are?" She extended her hand to me so I slowly looked up to her. Roxy is still clinging her arm to Kyrie's while her right hand is extended to me. I second thought if I would accept her hand or not, but I still ended up doing it after I saw how sharp Kyrie's eyes to me for making her wait.

It was just enough coverage that what it hid was a tantalizing mystery, but there was nothing that terrified the tough guys in Gregory’s employ so much as watching her lead an almost naked Shadow through the halls of Gregory’s various mansions, something that Gregory appreciated and enjoyed almost as much as she did. Gregory was another broken, sad toy boy that had grown up without ever exploring his suppressed desires. They had met at the sex club five years before, on Gregory’s first visit. He had gotten into an argument with the intractable barkeeper over lime, and she had stepped in to mediate, finding herself ensconced into a VIP booth with a weepy, lonely, boy toy who had aged out of h

You think she likes boy toys? Greg smirked mischievously. "Hard to say. I feel like her type is someone like Brody Allen. Look at how well she treats Fabian. Look at your muscular physique and chiseled features. I don't think it fits her type." Xavier handed him a glass of wine. "Can you cut the crap? We're just here to have a few drinks." Greg clinked glasses with him. "Hey, I'm just trying to comfort you. It's rough watching you suffer like this."

I scanned the area trying to find who the voice came from. "Melia!" Roxy cried but I couldn’t find where her cry had come from. "Roxanne, where are you? I can't see you." I burned my way through the neonates surrounding us. Terrified and guilt ridden for getting distracted. Just as I got a glimpse of a rogue shoving a needle into Roxy's neck another one grabs ahold of Margot about to stick her with a needle of his own. But Dean hits him with an energy blast knocking him on his ass. I turned to go after Roxy but she was gone.

“I had a hunch and I metal-scanned Tequila and she did the same to me. It was in her wrist Bry. Her fucking wrist!” “Woah!” His orbs widened. “We need to get it removed quickly and really carefully.” “We already got rid of it Bry. One wrong move and I could’ve lost her.” Storm’s voice took a low tone as he ran his hand through his hair out of frustration. “That’s wild.” Bryan mumbled, still in shock. “Find the rat Bryan. For Ro- Teq, that much is true. “Yes boss.” Bryan smiled at his close slip-up. “I know she goes by Roxy, Storm.” Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

“What about us? We’re mates!” “So what?” Tyler replies. “I like her and her nickname for me. You mean nothing to me now. I thought we may have had something once, but then Carry showed me that I was wrong. She showed me exactly what a mate should do to take care of their partner. Now, leave my pack, Rogue, before I have you forcibly removed.” My heart wrenches at his words, but I manage to hold myself together. I will not let him see me cry.

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.