Ana Robinson Novels & Stories

“And I couldn’t allow a wolfless girl to steal my future mate.” Raymond chuckled softly. “So you became her friend to spy on her?” “Exactly.”Aria leaned closer. “I wanted to know everything about her.” Raymond pulled her closer. “Well, tomorrow everything will belong to you.” Aria smiled proudly. “Yes… tomorrow.” Meanwhile, at the Robinson house… Mr. Robinson had just received a letter. He opened it and frowned slightly. Mrs. Robinson noticed his expression. “What is it?” “It’s an invitation from Alpha Jackson.” “For what?”

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

"Make yourself at home, I'm not one of those girls that takes forever to get ready, give me five and I'll be right there." Not bothering to say a word, I look around the small townhome's living area where it seems like Robin spends most of her time. There are two baskets of laundry mostly containing her work out gear, work uniforms and a bundle of lacy underwear that I have to fight back the urge to grab and sniff. Snapping out of my perverted ways, I continue my search, noting the small updated kitchen with a nook built inside. Tile runs throughout the whole place and there is a small television inside of what looks like an armoire.

"Hello, I'm Robin Crawford. I'm nineteen years old, and I just returned from Mericah. Nice to meet you!" 19 years old? Robin Crawford? He was not Mister Long Legs! A strong sense of disappointment overwhelmed Naomi. Her Mister Long Legs should have been in his twenties at that moment. How could he possibly be going to school there? Naomi looked up once again and closely measured Robin up. She was too anxious. Although he looked a lot like Mister Long Legs, there were some differences. The most significant difference was that her Mister Long Legs was blind. He could not see. Even if he had gorgeous eyes, it was a pity that he could not see.

Saul replied awkwardly. “No need.” Robin raises his chin towards Rose. “I will bring this woman along with the other women that I have ordered before.” Saul's expression changed abruptly. He glares at Robin. Is he dreaming? Does Robin Luciano, the country's richest businessman near Solterra Island, want to buy her? “Mr. Robin, there are many other girls who are more beautiful and qualified on the inside. If you want to order another woman, please come in and look around first.”

I muttered to Jessica even though I was wondering the same thing. The fact that I knew her story didn't mean that I liked her but I promised Soren to play nice so I would try even though I still thought she was a suspect in Leslie's case. The scent of sandalwood made me uncomfortable. “She was with me when I got your text. And it's a good thing too because Emily is the best person to help you with your situation as the only one that has met her mate between the three of us.” Robin said cheerfully, her hair was orange and it was in a French braid. Surprisingly or not so surprisingly, it looked good on her.

she said, opening the app to find the message Davis had sent her and handing me her phone. I looked down at it, my brow furrowing slightly. “Mr. Robinson is going abroad for leg treatment. Who knows when he’ll be back!” I withdrew my gaze and looked back at the notebook in my hands. “Treatment is a good thing.” Seeing my unmoved expression, she couldn’t help but feel anxious for Everett. “Scarlett, honestly, I feel pretty sorry for Mr. Robinson. He must be feeling insecure about his injury right now. He probably fears his leg won’t fully recover, right?

she says, shaking his hand. Robin looks at her and blushes. The woman is petite but has an intense gaze. Her eyes are black, and her long eyelashes captivate anyone who looks at her, especially Robin, who seems mesmerized. "Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Taylor," Robin greets, completely captivated by the woman. "This is Arya Harley, my colleague and friend," he proudly introduces her. Arya had stayed out of it, realizing immediately that Dr. Taylor had something going on with Robin. Almost like hearts were floating in the air.

It was the first time in his life he could remember having coffee dumped on him turn into a pleasurable experience. Robin Hanna was a complete opposite of Laura. His wife-ex-wife, idiot- was slender, and tall, with black hair that she wore cut short. Robin, on the other hand, was maybe five foot five, with a nicely rounded body that her shorts and T-shirt accented very well. Her shimmering blonde hair hung just to her shoulders, and bangs highlighted clear hazel eyes, thick eyelashes and a sculpted face. She had a laugh that was musical in its sound.