Novels by Roxann_ddreamer

Her nerves of steel couldn’t prepare her for this moment. Her feet were blistered, her hands were numb from the cold and the only person she wanted warmth from was sitting across from her with a look in his eyes that could freeze hell over.It had been almost an hour since they got back to the safe house and ever since then, he had been sitting across from her, frozen, despite the incessant ringing of his phone in his pocket. It had to be one of his CIA buddies, angry, or concerned. More likely concerned since he did disappear in the middle of an operation. But she could bet that was the last thing on his mind.Callum frowned, bringing his hands to his chin and his eyes to the matted floor. A million things could be going through his head right now, but she kept silent, there was nothing she could say to help the situation. Nothing that could change it from how bad it really was. She clutch herself tightly as a nauseating pain hammered through her stomach. Callum really did a number

Alice couldn't keep her hands still, not when she kicked in the door to Walsh Hanson’s, nor when she mounted the ring and waited. The silence didn’t do her any good either. The stillness in the room only made her shake even more.Was callum going to come, it had been a few minutes and nothing. Did he think this was a set-up? He must have had a million questions for her, for himself.Just then the door swung open, Callum stepped in, jacket buttons undone and eyes wide and feral. He wore a look that she had never seen on anyone before. The room was dark but there was no mistaking the semiautomatic pistol in his hand. He’s cautious, she couldn't blame him.Sirens were blaring from afar, but no one else was in sight. She breathed out a sigh of relief, now for the hard part. She watched as he mounted the steps towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I thought you weren't going to come." She started."I almost didn't. What the fuck is going on? Alyssa, can I call you that, or was that Al

Callum~The day flashed by in a daze. And it mostly consisted of him being bombarded by James with questions. Well, they were sort of like demands, rather than questions. Like why wasn't he answering his phone and what the hell was he doing there. Today was the first meeting the syndicate would have for a while, Thomas, with a little back up would just simply sit and listen in from afar. Medium contact. So he didn't have to be there. But how do you tell your best friend the murderers you have been investigating wanted to murder you, without ticking him off?Luckily James let that go. And he was currently digging through his draw, making noncommittal noises that Callum wished he could't hear."Thank fuck. I thought I tossed it." He breathed out, blowing off something in his hand. Then hurled it to Callum. He caught it between his fingers smoothly."What's this?" He asked, examining the floppy disk he now had."Your Bureau buddies took their sweet time with the time so I had to make my

It was six oclock, Callum just left for the office after he rolled out of bed. Something told her that she wasn’t going to see him anytime soon. At least not until he got to the bottom of whoever left that letter. He was scared for her, she could feel it. And that note was the extra pinch of motivation she needed. As soon as Callum left she called Bonnie to get ready. The day was black, almost ashy. Nothing short of a prelude of what’s to come. Callum was in more danger than she thought. Someone was brazen enough to reach his doorstep. The good thing was, they didn't know she was there, so the element of surprise was still on her side. Because this had to end today, the syndicate has to leave both of their lives, for good. She got to the clearing not too far from the city where Bonnie asked to meet. Was propped on the side of her car, gushing smoke like a lit chimney. Alice popped the trunk of her car open, loading up the guns she’d need. "It's about time. Where have you been?" Bonn

Callum rolled out of bed a little past midnight, heading straight for the kitchen. The climate was good, but he wished it came with a little humidity. He woke up nights on end feeling parched. This was one of them. He popped open a bottle of water and took a gulp. Savoring another refreshing mouth full, he glanced idly around the dim room. That's when he noticed the light coming from upstairs.What the fuck? He didn't remember leaving the light on. Was someone up there?The bottle slid from his hand as he dashed up the steps as quickly as his legs would take him. He checked out the gym and the spare room. Everything was exactly the way he left them, saved for the light illuminating it. He hurried back down the stairs, going straight for his room. The only movement in there was Alice, still sound asleep. He made sure to lock the door before darting back and forth the entire span of the house. There wasn't anyone in sight. Whoever it was might be long gone.He had a bad feeling about t

Is this what happiness feels like? It was more like a dream.That warmth in the pith of her stomach? The light hum that her body had mixed with a fixed scent of butter. The expensive one they used at night for dinner. She thought that she'd have to die to see a life like this. Where she wanted a man as much as he wanted her. Maybe even more. What was it about this man that touched her? It couldn't be anything bad when it felt so great. There was something to be said about happiness like this. It's only a prelude of something horrible. There was a constant threat over their heads. If the syndicate didn't ruin it, the truth about her would. But that bridge would have to take care of itself, that's if they ever get to it.The past two days she was stuck in a time loop, one mixed with Callum’s expensive looking dishes, lattes with vodka, mind blowing sex and him bailing out in the middle of the day to meet with his partner. She shut down the laptop and plopped face down on Callum's tabl

Leah Monroe I was standing on the stairs of the cellar, breath choppy from the walk down. Xander was standing in front of me, wearing a look on his face that I can’t pinpoint and I just about had enough. “What are we doing here, Xander?” I asked. He didn't say anything for a while, he just stood there looking at me. And just when I felt like I was going to lose my mind from the silence, he decided to say, “You look so beautiful in that dress.” I felt my heart falter in my chest at the compliment. There was something about being seen by this man, it made me feel like I was floating on air. Like I was the only girl in the world. Like gold lined the floor I stood on. But I was hurt two times too many to not put on armor for his charms. “No.” I shook my head. “We are not doing this, you can’t just discard me one minute and want me the next. What the hell is wrong with you?” He flinched at my tone, genuinely looking hurt. Well good. His fists clenched by his side but he doesn’t speak

Leah I looked at myself for the umpteenth time today. I was definitely good enough, my body was banging according to British tourists I met in Chile. I could get with anyone I wanted. So why was I still looking across the lawns to see if Xander came back this morning? Why was I so keen on getting hurt? Because that's what he does, over and over again. Maybe I was immune to it, maybe I loved getting hurt because I keep getting myself in these impossible situations. Ugh! I couldn't even blame him though. If the girl I was attracted to was promised to another man and didn't tell me, I'd be pissed. My guess was as good as any as to how he found out. I mean, it's not like my dad told him, why would he? It doesn't matter how he found out, he believed what he heard and didn't even give me a chance to explain. I can't help but analyze the moment over and over again. My poor misguided heart searched for expressions on Xander's face that didn't make him the woman eater he portrayed to be,

Xander HayesMy dick was so hard I could hardly bear it, was this even healthy? Was it healthy to be so turned on by a woman?My feet rapped on the solid white tile below the table, eyes trained in the direction Leah made off to. Only two rooms were in that direction, praying to God I that she chose the first one. I don’t think I can manage a journey longer than it needed to be.The excitement I was feeling was. I let things get too far yesterday and now that bridge back to self control was burned to ash. I was at a point of no return with a girl I vowed to stay away from just two days ago. Fuck Me.I was always a sucker for beautiful women and Leah was the most beautiful I've seen. And the most seductive with just the right amount of innocence, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. I could see it, that body didn't know what it felt like to be defiled over and over again. To be tasted in the most kind of way. It was so pathetic that I love that she was offering herself up to me- li

Leah MonroeI carefully slid both straps of the red silk evening gown over my shoulder, it was one of my favorites. Beautiful silver crystals ringed the waist, the skirt flow was a trimmed tea-length with a dainty split leading up to my knee. I was almost done getting ready when Hayley appeared behind me looking as anxious as ever, even though she wasn’t even going to attend- as per my father’s request of course. I'll never know what my father's deal was with her, no matter how I ask, it was always the same answer. She isn't worthy of being your friend. Her mother is one of his managers for Christ sake! But that didn’t stop me from loving Hayley, she was my family.“A little help.” I pointed to the zipper on the back of my dress.“Twenty two years on this earth and you still can’t get dressed without help.” She sauntered over, zipping me up. As everything came together, I watched how the material melted into my curves. I wasn't oblivious to how seductive my body looked but I couldn't

Leah Monroe Kissing Xander was so unreal. I thought he would use those manly hands to grab my hand and pull me away. Pull my shirt or even shake me so I could stop. Because I couldn't believe this was happening. This shouldn't be happening, I shouldn't be doing this, we shouldn't be touching like this. He told me to taste but as we got close, I'm wondering if I should be. Anyone could walk in, just as he did. But as soon as our lips touched, I couldn't stop myself from going deeper. I loved it, I never wanted it to end, didn't want him to stop, not even for a second. As I sat there, with my hands wrapped around his neck, I realized there couldn't be a world outside of this, outside of us, where we gelled so perfectly. I had needed him, everyday from the day I saw him, and I was getting him now. He forced my mouth wider with his hot, wandering tongue. I had no choice but to meet him halfway, kissing him with the same heat that he did me. Xander pressed his hands into the small of

Leah MonroeI drank in the silence of the kitchen as I filled my cereal bowl with milk. I needed it, especially with the dreadful day I had today and yesterday, mostly because I hid from Xander the entire day. Feeling self conscious wasn't a great feeling. There was this constant sinking feeling that I wasn't good enough for him.I didn't know where I got the courage from as I got on my knees yesterday. But it felt good to just let go and do something that I wanted to do for once. But when have I ever made a decision for me and it didn't backfire?Shit. A sick feeling washed over me every time I thought about it, followed by a chilling realization. That night was like a broken record, playing over and over again in my head. How I fell on my knees, practically begging to suck him off. The striking look in his eyes as he rejected me. I felt horrible, I thought crying would've helped but it didn't. I guess that's what happens when you get rejected for the first time by a man, and that ma