Ana Robinson Novels & Stories

“What a coincidence, I always bump into you here.” “You’re slipping out of the office during working hours. Should I be docking your pay?” Arianne teased. Sylvain gently drummed his fingers on the table. “We’re all designers here, loosen up a little. It’s good to get out and get inspiration sometimes.” Arianne remembered something and scrolled down to Robin’s new phone number. “Robin is currently working part-time at a relative’s restaurant. She’s getting ready for an accounting certification exam, at her mother’s behest. Her family is arranging her marriage. She’s decided to just marry the first man her parents like. This mediocre life isn’t what she wants. I’ll send you the address to her

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

But now, rather than find him as an interesting asset that would be considered an investor, I was growing weary. He gestured to Rosalyn. “And you are?” “Rosalyn Vale.” She introduced without hesitation. “Mrs. Blackthorn’s new assistant.” He extended his hand, and she took it lightly. The exchange lasted no more than a second, but the air between them shifted, his charm sliding off her like water off stone. She glared at him with studying, calculating eyes. “A pleasure,” she said simply. “And mine,” he replied, his tone losing a shade of warmth.

She hadn’t given them the show they had hoped for, but there was still plenty of time. Robert came to sit next to her as the coach called the next pair. “Thanks,” he whispered. She gave him a nod before she was finally able to look around. The ring next to theirs was the intermediate level, and currently, Douche Dexter was in the ring, ruthlessly attacking his opponent as he usually did. That would be where her evaluation would end for today, she was sure.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

She's a tanned blonde with blue eyes. "Please, have a seat," Rachel invites. Unlike Amber, she has brown eyes and chocolate-colored hair with honey highlights. "Yes, she's the 'lucky one,'" Meg laughs. "Why am I lucky?" We sit with them. "Because you work with Nathan Ryan," Amber says, in a way that would convince anyone that Nathan is a god. "Yes, and?" Rachel looks at me as if I've said something absurd. "Oh, my God! She doesn't think he's incredibly hot?" She looks at Meg.

It’s the sheriff. Robin scrambles, “SHERIFF!?, Robin here, I need emergency medical care up at my cabin, I have a young woman half dead and frozen with an arrow through her side. Can you send someone please?” Kshshsh, crackling from the radio " Robin, Robin McRay is that you? What did you say? please repeat, over” Kshshsh “yeah sheriff this is Robin McRay, I need immediate, emergency medical evacuation, right now!” Kshshsh