A Rob Novels & Stories

Miller did a brief introduction with a smile. "Oh please, let's see if Andrew agrees to that," Rita scoffed. "Everyone may I have your attention please?" Robin asked as she got up to address everyone. "What do you have to say? You wanna brainwash us like you did with Andrew?" Roberto asked. "No of course not. I'm not in the least bit trying to convince you to have a positive opinion about me because your opinion doesn't really matter. I only care about the important people in my life and trust me Roberto, you're not on that list," Robin finally said what had been on her mind.

I sounded dreamy but he was not blinking. "Look I am sorry, Mason." I looked at him. He didn't look too happy. "I'll leave here for now," he said with a pained look in his eyes. I watched him stop at the door. His gaze was sharp when he turned to look at me. "I'll give you a few more days to think about it," he was trying to suppress his anger. He was doing a good job at not killing me. I sighed as Mason left. This was the rogue king asking me to rule beside him. Did I really want to defy him? Rogues were known for being ruthless. They bowed to no one and yet here I was in a pack full of them, daring to anger their leader.

He's faster than I thought. I was about to fly into the air, but I forgot I couldn't do that here, or I'd risk being exposed. Ah, am I cornered now? Should I face him? Gulp. This is sooner than I expected. "R-Robin Golden!" The hooligans look terrified. "We... we didn't touch her! Please have mercy!" They were trembling and sweating bullets as they backed away. I raise an eyebrow. Is Robin that terrifying in their eyes?

“I already told you everything.” Roberto tilted his head slightly. At twenty-three, he had somehow become even more dangerous Sharp cheekbones. Dark eyes capable of looking completely emotionless one second and murderous the next. Black hair falling carelessly across his forehead despite the violence surrounding him. Deathly handsome. The kind of beauty that made people lower their guard before realizing too late that he was a monster beneath it. Roberto crouched slowly in front of the trembling man. “You’re still alive,” he said softly. “Which means I’m still being merciful.”

He glanced at me, his voice softening. “Look, I know you’re dealing with… all that madness at home but tonight, we leave it behind. You get drunk, we roast Vic for being MIA, maybe you even flirt a little. Lord knows you need a distraction,” Rob continued. I chuckled, shaking my head. “Flirt with who, Rob? Don’t tell me you’ve arranged your P.A. to be there in another tissue-thin shirt and bouncy boobs. She ain’t going to catch my eyes this time, I can bet you!” I exclaimed.

He crossed his legs and raised one of his eyebrows. "What the..." Miles paused, still surprised. Rob was still as handsome as always with his charming oval-shaped face, sharp jawline, a pair of black sparkling and charming, thick eyebrows, long natural eyelashes, broad chest and sexy biceps, and a perfect height of 6'1ft. "So..." Rob paused as he stood from the sofa and went to sit on the chair across from Miles. "Can I still be hired to be your assistant, boss?" Rob leaned forward with a sweet smile on his face.

"That's my own card! The money in there is mine!" Ryan finally looked up, irritation plain on his furrowed face. "There's no 'yours and mine' here! Mom, we're family! My money is your money, and your money is naturally our family's money too! "You won't need that much at the nursing home anyway. What's wrong with letting us borrow it for a while?" I stood my ground. "But it's my money. If you asked me for part of it, I wouldn't complain. But you can't just take all of it!"

he said, about to pounce on his dinner, or midnight snack. "Wait!" Robbie said, stretching out his blood-stained hands and forcing himself to get up. His face has the look of someone about to deliver a cringe-worthy speech. "Just wait." He added, visibly struggling to get back on his feet, but accomplishing it either way. "You're right about one thing... " he said with his eyes closed trying to numb the pain. "...I am almost always either Wasted or stoned. But you made one little mistake Mr. Morale…" he opened his eyes, and what laid underneath was a set of blood red ones, even darker than the ones he had when he still wore the ring. "...I'm very, very far from normal" he said with a killer

He cracked his knuckles, a subtle but chilling sound that echoed in the confined space. “Three against one? I guest i’m that strong for you to come to me all at once.” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a confidence that sent shivers down my spine. “But mind you, You’ll regret this,” The first rogue lunged, claws bared and teeth gnashing. Zero sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the rogue by the wrist and twisting it with a sickening snap. The rogue howled in pain, but Zero didn’t stop. He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing.

Mу hаnd eye сооrdіnаtіоn had dеfіnіtеlу gоnе оut thе wіndоw. “Truе, I’m Rоb, bу thе way.” He looked at me a lіttlе tоо іntеntlу, and I flushed a lіttlе. I wasn’t tоо drunk to nоtісе hіѕ еуеѕ ѕlоwlу trailing dоwn mу body. Ugh, pervert.