Atonement Robbie Novels & Stories

The door opens moments later and I can hear him talking on the phone, "What? No, tell them to hold back the contract until he agrees for 180 billion.....Then Holly and I would have to do it tomorrow.....It's a goddamn remote car, Ben. The Robin is the first thing this country considers a miracle, they'd do whatever it freaking takes to be our sponsors when this hits foreign trade. It's good marketing for them, they can't turn it down......Good. And for Pete's sake, this time, forward me the contract before and after they intend to make any amends. Wonderful." By the time he is done talking, I can feel his presence in the kitchen, his calculated, steady movements before I hear the fridge open

Termâs leaned his head over onto the table and began to pray. “Who is mumbling in here?” An old familiar voice rang through the hall. Termâs sat up and turned. “Saron?” “Yes, Termâs, I am just passing through to Ver Nooy.” Termâs got up and greeted the old cleric with a bow and a kiss on the holy ring. Saron, a short and stocky man of later years, gave Termâs his usual big grin. His cheeks were filled out, moving his white whiskers into a wide triangle. His bright blue eyes creased, as did his forehead. His big bushy eyebrows stood out straight, reflecting the light in the room. His snow-white hair was brushed back over his head revealing his broad forehead. He had on his traditional turquoi

Anthony stared into his glass of beer before drinking the entire glass in one long gulp. “That bad, huh?” his good friend Carter Roberts asked with a grimace. A pro baseball player for the Seattle Falcons, Carter always had a posse of fans following him around wherever he went. Tonight was no different. He’d already taken at least five photos with people, and Anthony could see a group of girls ogling him at the table behind them. It would only be a few more minutes before they got the courage to approach one of the most famous baseball players in the country and one of the most eligible bachelors around.

Adrian's POV "Good morning, Rob," I said, picking up and tucking the phone under my shoulder and ear as I adjusted my shirt cuffs. "You don't sound like a man set to take the biggest opportunity of his life," Rob goaded. His voice was abrupt, coffee-fueled as always. "Damian Knight's tour is coming up in a few days. Ready? I let out a slow breath, forcing confidence into my voice. “I’m ready. More than ready.”

she asked. “Depends on who you’re asking,” I replied without missing a beat. She looked like she had been slapped. From the corner of my eye, I could see Davina hiding her face to laugh quietly. Before the silence could stretch into something unbearable, Robert stepped into the circle. Calm. Measured. His presence alone grounded me. “Hi,” he smiled, extending Anthony his hand politely. “I’m Robert Cooper.” Anthony took it, of course. “Anthony,” he said. “You’re the kid working at her favorite clinic.”

He had of course apologised too, I made him bake her a Victoria sponge cake and go say sorry! Liam’s words still rang in my mind and I wondered… was Robyn going to somehow be Damon’s second chance? I hoped so, because even when I left the pack, he was able to have a relationship with her, meaning he had felt strongly enough to override the guilt of the mate bond. I had faith in it happening! "Ready, Raven?" Aunty Red asked, popping her head in as the make-up artist finished off with some setting spray. "Yeah, all done." I said, standing up.

“No, regrets. I think you’re right. I needed last night to help me get over Sam. She was the first girl I ever loved like that. My love for Sam will be a thing of the past. After last night Missy, I can say I don’t regret asking you out. We have really powerful chemistry together, and I’m glad we will get a chance to explore that together. I need time to get used to everything. As for the luncheon today, I understand if you’d rather not go. I am not sure I want to go and….” “No, we need to go. You’ve been putting off meeting Mark for far too long. You need to see Sam in someone else’s arms. I am hoping a visual of that will hit home for you. If you see her with him, you will truly be able to

he shot back, the tension between them thickening. Adam's response was equally cutting. "At least I am not a hypocrite to hide it. Have you heard me deny it?" He challenged, his words piercing through Robby's defenses. Robby's retort faltered momentarily before he regained his composure. "I was busy running my very busy schedule, unlike some useless people who have nothing to do with their lives other than hunting even where there is nothing to hunt. Don’t forget, Ayana hates you. The entire world does," he spat out, his words dripping with venom.

she asked with a grim face. “And how many times have I told you that my name in R.O.B.E means (Raw-B), not Rob?” the person named Robe replied with the same expression. Saraya shrugged. “Who spells Robby as ROBE? For me, you will be Rob and only Rob,” she said and, showing her tongue, went ahead. “Huh,” Robe huffed and turned his focus toward the books he was registering.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure they did. It was what led to our separation and divorce." "Oh?" "Robbie admitted that he had looked after the Latvian girls a bit too much." "I'm sorry to hear that," I say. Amber dismissed what I said with a wave of her hand. "It's not your fault. But I tell you something, Akinfeev's almost childlike reliance on Robbie fascinated me." "How do you mean?"