Atonement Robbie Novels & Stories

Rob studied the man's face, he is the same man he had seen at the restaurant. The one Evan aimlessly kept staring at."And you are?" Rob asked, a sudden hostility manifest in his voice. "Let. her. go. NOW." Halton repeated in a vile accent. Rob grimaced at Halton's nerve. "This is my Fiancee, I can hold her whenever and WHEREVER I want." Rob held her possessively closer as if he was trying to protect a precious trophy.

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.

The wrinkles on his eyes suddenly told him it had been a while since he last saw him. “A little bit of both,” he answered truthfully. “I don’t know why I’m here, Roby. I knew Sean already told you that I’m willing to participate in the tribute concert. May I know what this meeting is all about?” Mr. Roby clasped his hands together. He sighed. “He did tell me that, yes. But are you really? Because this will bring a lot of memories, Caden. This will hurt.” He shrugged his shoulders, looking away. “The hurt is never going away. I just want what Hennesy wanted. I know Yohan wanted it too.”

“It is a pleasure meeting you, and thank you Mr.…?” “Oh, mi amor, call me Donatello” he said, smiling at me “this is my eldest son, Donato” “A pleasure meeting the both of you” I said, politely. I looked at Nathan who was frowning, kissing his jawline to catch his attention, making him smile. His eyes met mine and he leaned in, kissing my temple. “Ah, protective about your little beauty” Donatello taunted, clearly noticing that he pressed a button. I put my hand on Nathan’s chest, not wanting him to respond to the man as I pushed him back gently.

the man says before turning to me, “Nice to meet you, I’m Harold Gray’s former colleague.” I take the hand he is offering, “Former?” The man glances at Gray, “He didn’t tell you, Gray used to be a Hunter.”

Robert wanted to convey through this silent gesture. With her heart pounding in her chest, Mitchell mustered the courage to break the silence. "Mr. Robert, is everything alright? Is there something you'd like us to discuss?" Mr. Robert continued to hold her hands firmly, his eyes searching hers as if he was thinking of his next words. Finally, he spoke in a gentle yet serious tone, "Mitchell, once again, I wanted to take this moment to express my gratitude for everything you've done for Angela and our family."

They’d had enough of sideways looks to know that holding on could be both comfort and defiance. Faith breezed in like colour spilled from a tin. Rainbow hair, black tank, hot pants, boots. She moved as if she knew every eye would find her and had made peace with that years ago. She claimed the LazyBoy, thumbed a scroll, then looked up. “Nice butt crack, Uncle Rob.” Robert jerked upright and banged the wall. “Bloody hell.” He rubbed the spot, scowled, and—because the day insisted—smiled. “Suppose I’m lucky it was you and not your dad.”

Elo inputted. Rob nodded hesitantly, but he was quick with his follow-up, “That was years ago, and I can now stand against my family’s decision. I got my own company. I’m a billionaire now. I can give Xine the life she deserves. But that is if she’d let me.” Elo smiled. He could not believe that Rob could get along with his plan. “So, you’re thinking of pursuing her again?” Without second thoughts, Rob nodded. Elo bit his lower lip to stop himself from laughing. ‘This man is a good actor.’

He spoke so calmly, “I’ve not had peace since I fell into that sin. I’m passing through the ordeal I made you go through. The realization of Rob’s assault has broken me into nuts. I will always live under the turmoil of what I had caused you. I’m deeply sorry for how I made you suffer.” Rob came in the following day to take me to a cozy restaurant. He came in soberly and he was calm throughout. He told me to order any kind of food. “Are you bribing me with food?” I said jokingly to ease the tension I had created deliberately. He laughed and felt better. We were soon, gisting about events. He told me a story about the former prime minister of the United Kingdom, Winston Churchill.