Cole Robertson Novels & Stories

, but it just doesn’t happen. Robert has a different problem. Work is just so cool. He has seen so much in the short time that he has been in David Oswald’s employ. The people he works with are cool, especially David Oswald, who seems like he can do anything. He also really likes Gary Ingalls, who is simply a frame of reference. He can’t be like David Oswald – why not try to be like Gary?

Ichabod pleaded. Rasheedat walked to the shelf and took a little bottle of something red. “This is monocane. Doctors use it in small doses as a pain killer but you need it to reduce the power of that beast in you.” “Oh my God!” Ichabod’s face brightened up. “You really think this will work?” Rasheedat shrugged. “ I have been working on this for years and you will be the first to try it. Just a drop on your tongue should do the trick. Let me know if it works.”

Big Bob added. -

As soon as Diana entered, he contacted Cedric. “How did it go?” [The man in whose picture you sent me is named Robert William, a construction worker. He has a criminal record for domestic violence and was divorced from his wife just one week ago. However, before the divorce, he applied for mediation but it was unsuccessful because his wife was traumatized that she would be abused again]. “Is there any more info?” [I'm sorry, that man's wife is mute. He is currently being processed by the police. I will take care of it so that he gets the punishment he deserves.”]

Instead, he took a sip of his wine before turning to the elders as if I was some kind of ornament that was on the table, and at this point, he treated me like I was an ornament that he wanted nothing more than to get rid of. By dessert, I couldn’t stand the silence between us anymore. I put my hand on his, gently running my finger over it, allowing myself to be familiar with him, allowing myself to be the wife that I believed he was accepting. Again, he did not react. I leaned in slightly, my voice low so only he could hear. “Are you okay? Did I do anything to bother you?’ He didn’t even glance at me. His eyes were on the elders as he asked, “When was the last time you met with Elder Rowan,

“Robert kept a box of mementos. Things that gave him power, he said. There was a photograph of Blackwood with another man…older, distinguished-looking.” “Did Robert mention this other man?” Carter asked urgently. “He called him ‘The Architect.’ Said he was the original founder of what Robert called ‘the fear business.’” Grace shuddered visibly. “Robert seemed almost religious when he talked about him—said he’d invented ways to break the wealthy that nobody had ever thought of before.” “Did he have a name?” Alexander pressed. Grace closed her eyes, concentrating. “Keisler, maybe? No—Kesler. Victor Kesler.”

A mass of blonde hair sat atop a tall, imposing figure. “Ruby, please leave. I’ll come to you later,” Clinton said, but I barely heard him. The blonde man turned toward me, causing my body to freeze in shock. Kael fucking Leonard. What was he doing here? Was this the reason both the Gamma and Beta had refused me entry? “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my lovely mate,” Kael sang with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting so long for you. Come here, love. I’ve come to take you home.”

Robert watched his private investigator devour his lunch; two extra large burgers and a bottle of coke. He munched on the burger like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, groaning in pleasure at the sweet taste of the beef. He had called Robert earlier in the day to inform him that he found what he’s been seeking. When Robert decided he was tired of watching the disturbing show in front of him, he cleared his throat lousily causing the man to, after five minutes, take his eyes off his food. Robert only rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass of cocktail. “What is the name?” he asked impatiently.

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.”