Foxy Heist, page 1
Foxy Heist
A LUCKY BREAK NOVEL
ZELDA KNIGHT
Table of Contents
About Foxy Heist
Prologue
1. Sarah
2. Toshiyuki
3. Sarah
4. Sarah
5. Min-Joon
6. Sarah
7. Lillian
8. Toshiyuki
9. Sarah
10. Lillian
11. Sarah
12. Lillian
13. Sarah
The New Riddle
14. Bo Chang
15. Min-Joon
16. Bo Chang
17. Sarah
Epilogue
Author Note
Colonial Caper
Midnight Conspiracy
About Zelda Knight
Also by Zelda Knight
Foxy Heist
(Lucky Break, #1)
© 2021 Zelda Knight
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All rights reserved. Published in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written consent, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles, reviews, and so on. This is a collection of fiction. Any semblance to persons, names, characters, organizations, places, events or incidents is the product of imagination. Any resemblance to the aforementioned is the result of Zelda Knight falling under the spell of a cunning fox goddess.
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ISBN-13: 978-1-954541-14-6 (ebook)
ISBN-13: 978-1-954541-15-3 (paperback)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2021942085
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Cover Design by Bella Design Studio
Formatting by Knight Designs
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Printed in the United States of America
First Edition: June 30, 2021
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About Foxy Heist
(LUCKY BREAK, #1)
A Foxy Heist
Two Magical Realms
Three Cunning Shifter Gods
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Interdimensional jewel thief Sarah Lee Ho—better known as Bijoux—slips effortlessly between the human and paranormal realms. She captures divine precious stones in exchange for mortal luxuries. But one fateful night, under a parallel full moon, everything goes wrong.
Injured and trapped on the other side, she finds herself the object of desire of three immortal shifters and ex-lovers—Kim Min-joon, Bo Chang, and Toshiyuki. They agree to send her back if she answers their riddles, and if she fails, they demand a steep price: her hand in eternal marriage to three cunning fox gods.
A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom.
~ Proverb
Prologue
SARAH
The Last Riddle
Slipping through space and time came as easily as walking and breathing for interdimensional jewel thief Sarah Lee Ho. She was used to exchanging divine stones for mortal luxuries, doing back-door deals with all sorts of divine, demonic, and super-wealthy human clients for big paydays and otherworldly thrills.
She enjoyed her job and her time with immortals and demigods alike. But Sarah would be damned if she would spend eternity trapped with a bunch of bored immortals without her magic just because she couldn’t solve a riddle...or three.
“Bijoux,” the elder crow shifter in front of her quipped, “You know what you must do. There’s no point in resisting any longer. The foxfire will only burn for another hour.”
“Must I go now, Old Crow?” She groaned.
“Yes. Now. And you’re one to talk, calling me old,” he squawked, beak clacking as his dark wings shoved thick white tiles around the table, separating them.
“Hmph! I’m pushing thirty, not three hundred, old friend.”
Sarah scoffed in-between sips of green tea, hands darting across the table encrusted with gold and diamonds as they played a fast-paced game of mahjong to pass the time in the House of Nine Foxes.
Which if she really thought about it, it was sort of ironic since only three fox deities currently live there.
Young hotshot foxy immortals still in the prime of their eternal youth—compared to their ancient immortal neighbors at the very least—Kim Min-joon, Bo Chang, and Toshiyuki were becoming royal pains in Sarah’s ass.
They promised to help her when she found herself stuck between realms on the verge of death, all to draw her into some elaborate game of riddles that led back to their tiny planet of a mansion.
The princes were the craftiest shape-shifting little shits she’d ever encountered, and that was saying a lot because Sarah got around and met many shifters during her travels.
“Bijoux,” Old Crow called out to her again, swiping aside the tiles into the gutter of the table.
They were swallowed up and re-sorted, and now she was forced to focus on him, not their shared distraction.
Reluctantly, Sarah met his milky gaze, the polar opposite of her obsidian black.
“I know, I know. I need to give them an answer. My time, it seems, has run out, old friend. Pray to your gods I make it back in time.”
She stood, smoothing out her shimmering blue gown before bending down to tug on her black couture flats, fixing her sparkling diamond earrings in the process.
If she wanted to steal some hearts, she figured she had to look the part.
A stunning outfit was one of the ways she caught her enemies off guard. Though the trio of fox shifters weren’t her enemies, though Sarah always pretended they were.
Rejecting her would-be fated mates was easier than considering the consequences if she accepted their advances.
Before turning to leave, Sarah adjusted the silver pin holding her waist-length black hair in a messy bun. Her transformation to femme fatale was complete; it was time to claim her prize and get herself a ticket back to her realm.
It’s now or never, Bijoux. This is the ultimate test. So don’t screw it up.
After giving herself a brief pep talk, she steeled herself and left, waving away the divine messenger who flapped his jet-black wing in goodbye.
She found it strange that after years of knowing each other, she’d never seen his human form or learned his proper name. But she wasn’t one to corner a shifter syndicate leader. Especially seeing as Old Crow was her primary connection between the mortal and paranormal realms before the whole debacle that brought her to the House of Nine Foxes.
It was probably for the best he left her in the dark. A little mystery always added to one’s reputation, after all. As much as Sarah’s male pseudonym and impossible heists inspired shock and awe when rivals matched her face with Bijoux’s legend, nothing beat a six-foot talking crow who casually dealt in both underworlds and seemed to never age.
Sarah marched down the elaborate hallways with her mission in mind, though she couldn’t hide the worry from creeping into her otherwise neutral expression.
Beside her were row after row of high arches overseeing a slice of paradise. It should have been amazing to see. A sinful human like herself should be blown away. Sarah could only dream of reincarnation. Now, she was walking into an audience with three celestial beings who had broken the chain of rebirth.
However, as much as she hated the expression, Sarah could read the tea leaves in her situation, which weren’t looking good. The triad of shifter princes were immortals, having cultivated their magic over anywhere from one hundred to five hundred-plus years.
Their powers were legendary, and one wrong move could see her banished to The Void.
Sarah, on the other hand, could barely muster the magic to block out the sweltering heat from their cosmic fox flames. Mortals like her were not meant to stay in the paranormal realms for long, especially that of the divine. And it wasn’t like she could transcend her lot in life that easily.
No, she was running out of time in more ways than one. Immortals tended to get fickle with the value of life when their lives never truly ended. While the foxes were ascended immortals who had known the threat of death before joining the ranks of the divine, they would never again understand Sarah’s struggle.
To them, this was a fun game, payback for breaking each one of their hearts in infinite ways when they popped the question that made her flee. But to her, this wasn’t just a game. This was life or death.
And Sarah was determined to win.
“Masters? Bijoux seeks an audience with you,” voice dripping in sarcasm.
Sarah bowed before the ten-foot solid gold doors separating her from the throne room.
Engraved on them was a giant fox goddess, her ten tails, yet another contradiction when one considered the name of their palace.
After a drawn-out silence, the doors began to open at a snail’s pace, thick clouds of ominous white smoke rolling across the glass walkway. Sarah rolled her eyes and forced her way through the crack. She didn’t have time to waste on frivolous formalities or theatrics.
Inside the throne room set her roadblocks, the shifter princes seated in order of their rank, with the eldest in the middle and the two youngest flanking him.
As foxes in the Divine Realm, they were much taller and more imposing than they had ever been in the Mortal Realm. Their red fur and white chests and chins seemed fuller and brighter, too. And most jarring was the elaborate outfits and crowns of jewels hanging from their narrow heads.
If she were on one of her usual missions, they’d be in bed by then, and by morning, she’d have melted down their crowns to something more manageable to transport between dimensions. But her mission at that moment wasn’t like any other Sarah had taken on before.
“I am a gem that never tarnishes but dulls when desire dies. I increase in true value with each passing hour and contain the trials and tribulations of your heart. What am I?”
Just saying the last riddle out loud gave Sarah a splitting headache.
She was getting tired of childish games, which was making her second guess her taste in men—shifter or otherwise.
The trio nodded, Bo Chang’s smile stretching so wide it was almost creepy, distorting his foxy face. His ears flexed, hopping down from his throne, spinning mid-air, landing in the skin of a human. He dressed the most traditional out of all three shifters, with long black hair ankle-length and gorgeous.
Sarah loved to run her fingers through his silky tresses when they used to make love under the moonlight, out in the open in the park near her luxury apartment. She shook that thought away as soon as it came, eyes trained on Toshiyuki, who appeared next to the eldest.
Toshi, for short, was the youngest and most modern, opting for a pair of black jeans, high-top black boots, and an eclectic white high-fashion asymmetrical shirt. His hair was the shortest, shaved down the sides with a curly pompadour down the middle and many piercings dangling from his pointed ears.
He fancied himself a model, an idol even, and Sarah couldn’t help but reminisce over the taste of his ivory skin when they used to “get to know each other” in the dazzling nightclubs of Tokyo.
Which left Min-joon, the middle prince, who made his presence known. T wasn’t long before he appeared where she expected him to be—right beside her.
“Sarah,” he whispered, his smooth hand cupping her cheek.
She shuddered despite her internal plea to stand firm. Min-joon wore a three-piece blood-red suit, much more outrageous than his reserved personality and oddly complementary to her dress. His hair was styled differently, too, compared to his usual lax outward appearance, gelled and swooped to the side, braided in the back just past his shoulder blades.
“Enough, Min-joon. Now’s not the time.” She tried to brush him off, but his hand drifted lower, joined by another until he cupped her around her waist and one of her breasts.
Sarah moaned. Despite trying to pretend otherwise, she missed the feel of his lips pressed against hers and lower still. Sarah adored how he used to work her into a frenzy to the point she feared she’d been placed under his spell.
They went back further than Bo and Toshi, meeting under a bright full moon on her very first mission nearly a decade ago.
He was also the first to propose, she thought ruefully, detangling herself from Min-joon, who didn’t protest that go around.
“So, Bijoux, what is your answer?” Bo Chang asked, crossing his long emerald sleeves in front of him, white highlights in his hair fanning out as he released a burst of magical energy.
His fox flame, too, extinguished in the lantern hanging in the center of the vast imperial throne room.
“It’s…” Sarah drifted off, glaring at Toshi’s playful expression, his ears and tail still visible to her eyes.
Red highlights streaked his blonde hair, arms crossed behind his head as he waited and watched the jewel thief’s fate like it was all a game.
Because it is a game to them, remember that! Even if they saved your life!
Taking a deep breath, Sarah blurted out her answer.
“The diamond on a wedding ring. A real one, at least.” Chin raised skyward, defiant as ever.
Sarah waited for whatever would come her way. Her fate was in their hands now, anyway.
She’d poured over the massive tomes in the palace library, racked every gem directory she had stored in her portal pocket, and came up empty.
That was until she’d pulled out the ring she’d long since cast into oblivion, a ring gifted to her three times over. It was covered in dust and grime, but when she cleaned it, it shined brighter than before. And with it came a flood of emotions that made her misty-eyed and unsure.
Immortals dating humans wasn’t strictly prohibited, but marriage was out of the question. She couldn’t survive long in their realm, and they had no place in hers.
It was the very definition of star-crossed lovers, multiplied over three very different but equally alluring shifters full of equal parts charm and malice.
“Ding ding ding ding ding!” Toshi blurted out as a bell materialized beside him, ringing it obnoxiously. Relief overwhelmed Sarah, and her legs buckled, scooped up by Min-joon before she could fall.
“Very good. And just in time for our would-be anniversary, Bijoux.” Bo Chang clapped, his ears popping out as if he couldn’t control his delight.
Sarah simply smiled, looking up into Min-joon’s sweet expression as he carried her behind the throne and into their private quarters. And what a room it was!
She hadn’t seen it in what felt like ages. Hot springs emptied beside a large bed befitting an emperor of an empire or two. Instead, it was the stuff straight out of dreams, a painful reminder of the fundamental divide between them.
“Sarah…” Min-joon whispered once more, placing her onto the satin snow-white sheets three shades lighter than her skin.
Toshi and Bo appeared beside her, with Toshi pulling her hairpin and Bo snapping off her gown with a click of his clawed fingers.
Utterly exposed, she could only stare up at them in confusion. “What’s going on? I won! Now teleport me out of this floating circus and back home this instant.”
The eldest prince rolled his eyes, hair cascading down his shoulders as he leaned forward, chest bare, as Toshi and Min-joon each took one of her arms and pulled down.
“Do you really think we went through all of that not to reconcile, beloved? But, unfortunately, the full moon hasn’t yet arrived.”
“Reconcile? What part of ‘I’ll die if I stay in the Divine Realm for more than a month’ didn’t make sense last time?” Sarah sounded exacerbated, even as her back arched and dusky pink nipples perked, dragging against the first prince’s porcelain-colored chest lined with muscle and sweat.
“And what part of, ‘As our bride, you will have nothing to worry about,’ doesn’t ring a bell, hmm?” Bo chided her, nipping at her lip and nearly drawing blood. She sighed, turning her face to the side so he could mark her neck, nip, kiss, lick, suck and fuck her into oblivion as he always did. Rough and rugged until she fainted.
Toshi and Min-joon fondled her breasts on her right and left, moving in tandem with Bo so that every inch of her body was humming and ready for more.
“Now say the magic words, Bijoux, and allow us to steal your heart instead,” Toshi ordered as he grabbed her hand and brought it down to cup his erection.
“To steal my heart,” she snickered, tugging on Toshi’s shaft as he winced and his comrades chuckled, “You’ll have to fuck me harder than this, you naughty little foxes...”
“Your answer, Sarah. Be ours, won’t you? Not just for the night or another heist. Ours, for eternity, as our princess, as our queen, and our goddess,” Min-joon murmured into Sarah’s ear, as Bo kneeled above her, stroking his rock-hard penis, and Toshi’s fingers found her clit and soaked slit.
“...Never,” Sarah gritted out, despite every inch of her being demanding she give in.
The pleasure she would find being lost in their arms, as they descended on her body, devouring her sex as she stroked and sucked on their lengths, plunging into her, exploding with sticky wet come, as she road them, took two and then three at the same time, would be absolutely divine.
