A Rob Novels & Stories

"We're not stabbing that man in the back." Rob said as he entered the passenger side of his all black SUV. "You know, I don't get it, sir." Sylvester responded. "You're gonna keep choosing Hunter, even if it's over your daughter?" "I am not choosing him over Rebecca, I am trying to protect them both." Rob stood his ground. "Protecting him is not gonna get us far, sir." Rob thought for a few seconds and then responded. "I am not leaving him out to dry. He doesn't deserve it."

And I felt a complicated mixture of emotions about that—concern for Dante getting in trouble, a dark satisfaction that Rob had faced some physical consequence for what he'd done to me, and underneath it all, a strange, tired sadness for the whole situation. Rob saw me approaching and his expression shifted. Something moved across his face—guilt, maybe, or just pain from his injuries—before he settled into the carefully neutral expression of someone who had prepared what they wanted to say. I stopped a few feet away from him, maintaining comfortable distance, keeping my expression professional and neutral. "Rob," I said simply. "What are you doing here?" "Lia," he said, and his voice came out

Rob was trembling all over even as he lay sprawled on the floor, his gaze blank as his convictions vaporized. "Still going to be stubborn, Rob?" Vicky demanded icily. "I…" Rob's jaw hung open, unable to speak. Still, he was eventually hiding his face in his palm as he bawled, "H-How did this happen?! I treated him like my brother! How could he do this?!" Frank looked on in contempt at Rob's miserable breakdown. Forget being stupid—he was supposed to be the heir to one of the Four Families of Morhen, and he was crying?!

I walked down and saw them all there with out Damian. "What are you guys watching" I said standing behind the couch. "I don't even know we are just bored" Rob grumbled. He really has anger issues. "Where's Damian?" I asked and they all looked shocked but didn't answer me. " I asked a question" "He's in his room but asked not to be disturbed" Rob said. I rolled my eyes not disturbed my foot I'm hungry and he's buying food. I walked to him room but before I could knock, I sensed another presence with him.

Larisa asked loudly, her tone extremely condescending. “He’s inside, miss. Please go ahead.” They made way for Larisa. She kept walking until she found the person she was looking for. In the corner of the room, near a stack of goods, Roby was sitting on a chair with one leg propped up by a piece of wood. His white shirt had already turned dull from sweat and dust stains. “Oh my God, my love!” “Roby!” Larisa shouted. Roby looked up. His dull face showed both surprise and embarrassment. “Larisa? Why did you come here?!”

Lin mumbled, still pleasantly baffled. "Great, let's go then!" Robb said before dashing into the storage room only to return within moments, carrying both his own and Lin's clothes. "Here, put them on quickly and let's get outta here before these crazy nymphos ask for another round!" Robb concluded with a scoff intended to be careless but that actually did betray some genuine concern.

Roberto, a consummate criminal, aware that Mason would be trying to track him down, grabbed his phone and removed the chip they had used to contact Mason. Skillfully, he restored it to its original state, as if it were new, a maneuver that would vanish any chance of being located again.

But that doesn't mean she can do whatever she likes without consulting me. “Let her in Rob” I said to my assistant that was waiting for me calmly to give him orders. I met Rob five months ago. He was working as a security guard at one of the motels I stayed in. From the very first time, he piqued my interest. I know he's someone that got talent.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Not having to worry about rogue attacks was probably the only advantage of being a rogue. When Lucianne asked Stella if she could share any specific scenes that she loved at night, the teenager’s eyes sparkled and she got out her phone with an excited grin to show Lucianne pictures from her photo gallery. Lucianne immediately noticed the no-service icon, and concluded that this was one of the precautions rogues took to avoid being detected.