Bejeweled

By Mads

"Roxy Hendrix is on a mission in order to find her cousin. She connects with Cleo Miller in the process only semi aware of who the former writer is. She makes the decision to head to Archer Town, Kansas which is where she was raised. She's the bejeweled ninja who's gonna get more than she bargains for upon stepping foot in her hometown. A world

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ukiyoto Publishing
• Release date: Jan 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9789360497910

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Bejeweled

Mads

Ukiyoto Publishing

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Published in 2023

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my family, friends and fellow writers. Without their inspiration none of this would be possible. Thank you to everyone involved. You are bejeweled and special...

Contents

Checkmate

Devil Woman

Bitter and Sweet

Touch + Go

Fly High

The Lavender Veil

Archer Town

The Ranch

Betrayal

Butterflies

Deeds

Ch-Changing

Lovers

Aftermath

Axe Grinding

Alone

Marter

Secrets

Fusion

Shades of Purple

Viper

Westbrook Mansion

Trickery

Everlure

Twist and Shout

Bombshell

Vamp-ling

Royalty Blues

Fire and Brimstone

End Game

End Days

About the Author

Checkmate

H

er heart pounds rapidly in her chest. She's on her back, awaiting the next blow brought on by her enemy. Her breathing is shallow as her honey green eyes are on the lady hovering above her.

          "Roxanna Hendrix, your ninja skills are a bit rusty." Nadia tuts, placing one of her legs on the abdomen of the twenty five year old below her.

        Roxanna Roxy Hendrix went by Jewel which was an affectionate nickname her grandmother had given her. Her grandmother also liked the idea of real jewels, cutting sharply into someone without breaking. She could taste the blood on her plump, dark pink lips as she licked where she had been wounded, The name is Jewel.

        Ha! Nadia half laughs, kicking the petite woman of about five foot two in the gut.

          Roxy groans from the pain, ready to bring the five foot one ninja; clad in all black down. She too was a ninja as was her cousin. She had been searching high and low for Hendrix also known as Viper. Her chestnut brown curls were cascading down her shoulders, brushing the tops as her hair stayed swept to the sides, What's so funny?

          Jewel? It's precious! Nadia chuckles, reminding Roxy of a mocha colored Harley Quinn. As she laughed, cracking up– Roxy ceased the opportunity.

          Using both of her legs, Roxy made Nadia crumble; shaking the cunt. She smirks as the chick falls backward, landing hard. She pulls herself up quickly; semi stumbling thanks to the feeling of weakness. It's bad that she's out of breath, Did you really think you could outsmart me?

          Nadia is seething with anger as her dark, beady eyes land on Roxy. A half smirk nearly gave her game away as she scoffs, "You are more of a fruity ninja with bad fashion sense!"

        Roxy had been towering over Nadia, scowling down at the bitch. She never thought someone would get the upper hand as a ringing sensation began in her ears. She briefly felt the touch of a silver object clink the back of her head. She fell to her knees, attempting to grip the ground below her. Her house in DeLeon had been broken into by Nadia Knox.

          Sayonara, Roxanna Hendrix! The disgruntled, deep, male voice of Tristan Knox sings upon hitting her in the back of the head with an iron cast skillet. He so happens to be the fraternal twin of Nadia.

        Roxy felt funny as her vision began to cloud with dots. She touched the base of her forehead, feeling a pool of blood surge to life. She tried to hold on only to black out, H-how?

          How, what? Tristan teases, waving a hand in front of her creamy, olive, heart shaped face.

          Roxy was out like a light, going down with a thunk. As her world spun, shifting to a dreamless void– the crooks got away. She was left for dead. One minute she was laying on the floor of her house and the next minute her eyes flickered open to the room of a hospital.

          Roxy? The gentle, feminine voice of Aubrey Hendrix called. The sea green eyes burning into Roxy had the twenty five year old, overflowing with hope. She's got alabaster skin with freckles galore and long flowing honey blonde waves. She stands at five foot eleven with curvy features on her.

        Roxy heard the pained voice of her sister, Bree?

          "Yes, it's me. Caleb came too, but he's too scared to come see you. You look rough." Aubrey gingerly cooes, making Roxy think of her younger brother.

        They got away. Roxy croaks with sadness dripping in her tone. She never once yearned to see the Knox twins get away yet they did.

        "Who got away, sweetie?" Aubrey asks, furrowing her eyebrows. She was told Roxy slipped and hit her head in the kitchen.

          Roxy had been posed in the kitchen by the pan Tristan used on her to leave her for dead. It made her wonder what the dude had in store for her. Surely, whatever Tristan and Nadia were planning for Roxy was bad. She groans, attempting to sit up, They need to be locked away!

          And, they will! Aubrey half shouts, trying to calm her baby sister. She didn't want to see anything bad happen to Roxy.

          Roxy groans as a yawn escapes her lips. She suddenly feels more tired than she had felt in ages. She feels like the life had been drained from her, Shit.

          What? Aubrey asks, noting the distress and exhaustion lacing Roxy's tone.

          I'm suddenly so tired, sis. Roxy yawns as she speaks. Her eyelids soon droop shut, sending her into a sleep filled stupor. She held a creamy complexion which had gone milk white thanks to the amount of blood she lost.

          Aubrey was really worried about her sister. She watched as Roxy slept soundly, making her wonder what could be done for her sister. She left Roxy alone, not expecting her sister to be missing when she returned. She tried to ask the doctor who told her that Roxy's boyfriend whisked her away.

        A few hours later saw Roxy's chest rise in silence, falling the same way it rose. She didn't know what would happen next, but she was sure it wouldn't be good. She awoke again whenever she was on the brink of feeling better; after all, she was only human. Her eyes flew open when she realized she was in unfamiliar territory. She had assumed the hospital was bad.

          Her eyes were flickering around a maroon colored hotel room with a heart shaped bed. Her eyes take in the carnation pink sheets and pillows, making fear blossom in her. Where the fuck is she? How did she get to a hotel with no recollection of it? She doesn't hear or see anything out of the ordinary.

      Is she losing her fucking mind? She nearly fell as she made herself get up off of the bed. She stumbled towards a dresser where a note was sitting. Her breath grew shaky as she fumbled with the darned thing to read what was inside. She had never been more put off in her life than opening the letter to read it.

          "Checkmate, TK." Roxy whispers aloud as her eyes stare into the mirror. Her eyes crawl down towards her body in a dark red, strapless, heart shaped corset. She was in a pair of black laced, silky panties making her all the more worried. Checkmate for what?

        Did Tristan Knox take advantage of her against her will? She is aware of it being his initials aside from a certain author. She could only assume that Tristan was the twin or brother of Nadia. What other way could she view it? Her heart flutters beneath her left rib cage as the possibilities race through her brain.

        "Checkmate is right, sweetheart." Tristan Knox chuckles, having invaded the honeymoon suite he paid for. His eyes were a hazel brown– bright in daylight. His hair was short, slick, back, but worth the attention. He was broad shouldered, tall, and only played fair when he saw fit.

      As he steps closer into the room, her heart nearly stops beating. He was a foot taller than her, also stronger. How could she ever bring him down to his knees?

      Roxy tensed, hurriedly twisting about to face her enemy. She would have spoken, shutting him down, but Tristan reached her before she could.

          Tristan slammed his lips hungrily onto hers as he lifted her up, allowing the young woman to wrap her legs around his waist. He was good at taking what he wanted– willingly, of course. He knew he was a Greek God with mocha skin. He was over the moon when Roxy kissed him in turn, Checkmate, sweetheart.

          Roxy only gave into Tristan Knox to save her life. She wouldn't become intimate with the twenty seven year old. She got Tristan right where she wanted him, making sure she tied his hands to the bed, "This is where I leave you, Knox!"

        ROXANNA HENDRIX! Tristan roars her name as the woman snatches up her pants, shoes, and leaves him tied to the bed. He refuses to let the devil woman get away with tying him to the bed.

Devil Woman

R

oxy quickly pulled on her pants outside the hotel room. Her dark red converse sneakers came next. She smiles at the leather jacket she stole, knowing it belongs to the man inside. She was about to make her getaway. Only she was stopped; not just by the guilt of betraying someone either.

          His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling the petite, tiny woman into him. He was not finished with her even if she thought otherwise. His lips pressed softly into the side of her neck, making her grow weak. He knew much like men that women had weaknesses. He was aware that she would give into her guilty pleasure.

          Roxy usually didn't become persuaded so easily. She couldn't resist the urge to jump his bones when his wet, warm lips made her shiver with delight. Her entire body grew limp with weakness, putting her off of herself. How could she be so blinded? She was betraying herself by toying with the idea of fucking the enemy.

          "Tristan, stop!" Roxy  angrily quips, soon biting the bicep of his arm.

          Fuck, Jewel! Tristan hisses in pain, releasing his arms from around her. He narrows his hazel brown eyes on her, Why did you bite me?

          Why the fuck do you think, Knox? We fucked a few times in the past. I didn't know you were Nadia's brother. Roxy is far from done snapping at people. As her anger rose, so did her beating pulse.

          Tristan cuts his eyes to her breasts which were made prominent by the corset. He wants to cover every inch of the young woman, "Roxy, you don't know what you do to me."

          Roxy heard the whimper of anticipation in his tone. She zipped up the black leather jacket, coveting her breasts. She was not his toy to play with whenever he wanted, Knox, we are done. Do you hear me?

        Roxanna Hendrix, if you end this– our alliance is dead. I'll have no choice, but to attack you with all I have. I won't be able to stop Nadia. Really think about it. Tristan growls, letting his eyes undress her; one way or the other.

          Roxy shudders in discomfort, I need time to think. Where are we?

        The hotel by the airport. Tristan replies to Roxy in a hoarse whisper.

        Roxy needed to get home or go see Aubrey. Then, she would pack her bags to continue her search for Scout. She knew where she could go to search for her cousin as well as remain safe, I'm heading home.

        If you run, Roxy, which I know you are prone to do, I'll come for you. I'll find you wherever you run to. Tristan promises Roxy– sounding as cold as he looked.

        Fuck you. Roxy hisses over her shoulders to him. She began to walk in whatever direction in hopes of getting home. She found that she was in the middle of nowhere, making her heart flutter with fear. She did her best to convince herself she would be fine.

        A teal colored mustang began to slow down beside Roxy as she walked. The black tinted window was rolled down to reveal a woman behind the wheel. The woman had fair features with deep blue eyes. The woman had short, fair blonde hair, "Where you headed?"

        Home. Roxy gives a simple, one worded response. She would never take a ride from a stranger.

        Want a ride? The blonde asks, sounding weird to Roxy. She's an English woman with her fair share of issues.

        Roxy lets her green gaze flicker to the blonde in debate, I don't know you.

      Oh, I'm Cleo Miller. What's your name? The blonde voices, grinning from ear to ear.

        Jewel Hendrix. Roxy voices, keeping her first name under wraps. She heads towards the passenger side of the teal colored mustang. She feels strongly that she's gonna regret taking a ride from a stranger.

          Well, Jewel, it's nice to meet you. Cleo beams, cranking up the radio in the humid heat of the canary, powder blue daylight.

        As Roxy silently begged to differ– her mind kept repeating the blonde woman's name. She knows she's heard the name from somewhere. As her eyes flicker from the green open road with brown trees; her mind almost makes the connection. Her eyes widened, "Cleopatra Miller?"

        You know my full name? Cleo asks, tilting her head sideways at Jewel. She nearly loses the grip on her steering wheel.

          "You were one of my favorite Everlure writers. What happened to your voice and platform?" Roxy inquires, pursing her lips as her eyes remain upon Cleo Miller.

        Cleo bites the inside of her cheek. She knows all too well how a stranger would react to what went on in her brain. She feels like Jewel is no stranger, "Jewel, if I tell you the truth about Everlure– you'll flip out. I had my own journey to branch out on."

            Yeah, as did I. I left in order to pursue a half baked career as a ninja. It ain't what it's cracked up to be. Roxy croaks showcasing her misery for the first time since she left Archer Town, Kansas.

          Do you get paid for being a ninja, Jewel? Cleo becomes intrigued as Jewel shakes her head.

          I did once when I started out. I was promised I'd be paid my entire life if I work as a ninja. I've got the stealth and sneakiness, but my balance is bad. Roxy mumbles, not hiding her bad mood.

          Cleo raises an eyebrow at Jewel, Jewel Hendrix…? What was your name on the platform?

        "Cleo, I think you have a general idea. Look, all, I'm saying is writing was so much more simple than being a ninja." Roxy grumbles as Cleo snorts to keep from laughing.

        "What's the difference though, Jewel? You would never get paid for either, because everyone is too busy pretending they can write or feigning to be creative slash artistic. I had to move on, so did you." Cleo advises Roxy.

      Roxy begins to nod in agreement with Cleo, Your advice isn't too shabby, Cleopatra.

      I'd ask what your name is, but you'd probably just try to sell me on your nickname. So, I shall call you, Jewel. Cleo lightly chuckles as some of her favorite songs come on the radio.

        Roxy closes her eyes, preparing for bad singing to come from Cleo as the blonde drives. She