A Rob Novels & Stories

I replied. "Let's get started," Rob said. "Since you're so eager, why don't you start. Here's your dice." I handed him the client's set, and I handed the slave set to Slut. "You can roll the dice here, or go to the next station and roll there," I said. "I'm definitely rolling at every station but Ron's," Rob said. "Slut, roll your dice," I said. She did and it said Touch Chest for three minutes.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

“You’re blackmailing me! That night at my house was a mistake. I was drunk, caught up in the moment. But that doesn’t mean you get to keep punishing me! What about Sarah? How can you do this to her? You’re choosing to do this! To her! And Jason—your best friend, remember? I don’t have a choice. But you do.” Rob’s eyes gleamed as he crossed the room, stopping behind her where she sat at the vanity. His hands slid down her shoulders, fingers dipping inside her blouse. “What Sarah doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he murmured. “And you won’t tell her. So it doesn’t bother me one bit.” He cupped her breasts, squeezing them lazily. “I get to have both of you. I get to fuck you… do whatever I want… th

“It seems you haven’t been completely honest with us Mr. Jerome.” Russell stared at the man. “What’s the problem Rob?” “You didn’t tell us the men we snatched the girl from today were Russian mob.” Rob growled. Russell shrugged. “So what?” Rob raised an eyebrow. “So what? Those guys are bat shit crazy. One of my boys stayed behind at the shop this afternoon and saw not only Bratva but Ukrainians coming and going all afternoon.” “Is that a problem for you?” Russell asked as if he were bored.

Yusa just left Robi while Robi endured the tightness in his chest. Just as he was about to curse Yusa, Robi's cell phone rang to inform him that he had been fired from the company because he was found to have embezzled a lot of company money. "Wait a minute, Mr. Roger!! I didn't steal the company's money!! How could that be!?" Roger turned off the call unilaterally then Robi crumpled his cell phone and threw the smart object on the floor.

There was no introduction needed because I knew the two of them pretty damn well since it wasn't the first time I had used their services. Connor and Anna Swanson were thirty-two year old twins who would do anything for money. It didn't matter what you wanted them to do, they would do and there would be no questions asked as long as you gave them their money - they became rogue together at the age of fifteen after their parents voiced their disappointment with their children due to their behaviour. Since then they have basically been criminals for hire.

I had been playing my role perfectly. The out-of-his-league girlfriend who might be tempted by someone better. Men at the event were easy. They slipped their numbers into my palm when they thought Roberto wasn’t watching. But Rob was acting strange. His usual swagger was gone. His posture was tight, his expression locked. If the man he saw wasn’t the broker, why did he look like he’d seen a ghost? “What do you mean?” I asked. “He was reported dead a long time ago. He’s my uncle,” he said, jaw clenched. The carefree Rob vanished in an instant, replaced by something colder.

The soul-satisfying rumble of the motor made me smile as I clicked it into gear and took off down the street. Riding my bike as if I stole it, I zipped in and out of traffic until I reached the open road. The Rogues clubhouse came into view as I rounded the corner. An old abandoned bar had been converted into a clubhouse, the neon sign hung from the roof blinking off and on intermittently, buzzing as it swung in the wind. A veranda wrapped around the front, with tables and mismatched chairs placed haphazardly was a dumping place for bottles and ashtrays.

his words are deep and cold, his eyes fixed on Rena's, watching her from top to bottom. Rena is silent, not knowing what to say. Shouldn't Robut not be in Buthak? He ran when he found out that Rames is dead…run towards the north, then how could he be in this village? “I'm tired of waiting… where have you been? Huh?” this time Robut asked in a slightly harsh tone. “Mmh… from home. I'm going to get some water." Rena did her thing, the sooner she left this place the better. She thought…is Robut still the beta of this place?

Geoffrey yelled. “No, we can't just leave them,” Robbert said, gritting his teeth. He growled angrily, then charged toward a group of rogues attacking one of his soldiers. He leaped off the ground and shifted into his human form, then dropped toward a rogue with a heavy blow. He slammed his fist into the rogue's head, instantly destroying its skull in anger. He grabbed another by the neck and snapped its back bone with his knee. Robbert ravaged through the rogue forces, tearing them apart limb from limb until his entire body was covered in blood.