Cole Robertson Novels & Stories

I need to get to the bottom of this and asap. The next morning, we are received by the same mayhem. Russell is up before sunrise and training. Caleb is at it again, instigating and getting Russell and Fred worked up. By the afternoon, Russell finally gets a break, but I fear it's not enough for him to rest. Caleb has been overworking him with one practice after another.

Then he called one of his men and in just a minute, he immediately came and reported to him. "Come here Robert and I have something important to discuss with you right now," Ram said after a man came and went straight to where he was standing. "You seem hot-headed now, Ram," Robert said as he noticed the reaction of his friend after he got near him. "Is there a problem?" "That Jacob Cabarse has been making my head hot for two weeks now," Ram said in a hard and annoyed voice. "That omega is a big obstacle to my plans." "What do you want me to do now?"

He'd bought it after taking an early retirement buyout from the company he'd founded, and even though he was a widower, he was happy and content living by himself. However last night he'd been happily surprised that Kelly and her fiancé Scott had arrived for an overnight visit. They'd arrived after spending several days on the road as Scott made a series of work related stops, and Kelly had asked if she could do a load of laundry and rinse out a few things. The washer and dryer were in Robert's large downstairs master bathroom, and he hadn't noticed her clothes hanging there before now. Robert had never really warmed up to Scott, but he couldn't come up with any real reason not to like the g

Oscar stepped forward and tried to halt the excavator with his hands. The moment he reached out, a chill ran through him. Years of training had once hardened his body, but illness had hollowed it out. Nothing remained. He had no choice but to rely on his voice. Robert Fuller was Robert's full name. He had served as steward to the Chamberlain household when Arthur was young. Oscar had known him since boyhood. "Grandpa!" Rebecca arrived, with Helena close behind. She saw George beneath the excavator arm and nearly stopped breathing. She pushed through the crowd and pulled him clear.

“I’m the one in charge here. Isn’t that obvious?” I knew that Cyrus was the ringleader, and these other assholes were under his orders. But I wasn’t afraid of him. He infuriated me and I couldn’t wait to get a piece of him on a stake. But I needed to keep myself calm before my anger got me killed. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” another man said, stepping beside Cyrus. He was an older gentleman with a long white trench coat and a stethoscope around his neck. “I’m Dr. Robert Tanner. You can call me Rob.”

They thanked him and shook hands with him while saying things like, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Robert." They said, "Ok, we will leave now," and Robert did nothing more than nod his head in agreement. Robert was a carbon copy of Xavier, in that he would not speak much and would always keep his cool demeanor and composure. That’s why they say Robert was the perfect assistant for Xavier. After the customers had left, Robert sat back and took a few moments to collect his thoughts while taking a deep breath.

They were all going through their own problems and couldn't even console the other. “Any news?” Cameron asked Robert for the umpteenth time today. Contrary to what he let people know, Robert was good at hacking too. He never really did it until it was extremely necessary. Though, he had pretended not to like Claire and her always pestering him, he couldn't deny that she had gotten under his skin and he cared for her too. She was the only one who gave two fucks about him in this pack and now she was gone.

he sighed, "You know what? Keep it up, I've been trying my best to stay away from you and you're starting to make it easier." It's been a few hours and he still hadn't come out of the basement, I want to go check on him but I'm pretty sure he won't open the door for me. Just then, my phone notification went off. I picked it up and turned it on, it was a message from a number that I didn't know. unknown: wanna hang out? Me: who's this? unknown: Celeste. How did she get my number? Honestly I'm not even that surprised. I immediately saved her number.

I slapped my hand over Rose' mouth, and Aaron did the same. "Who is here?" A deep voice bellowed. Out of nowhere, Aaron had come to my side and wrapped Rose hand with rope. He placed a piece of tape over her mouth but we both knew she was to weak to do anything. "On a count of three we both will get up and act like nothing has happened." He looked at me seriously, and I shook my head. "One," I took off my shirt that had blood stains all over it, which left me in a short sleeve shirt.

Her throat closed as dread filled her, and her palms became cold with sweat. “Then why—?” whispered Lucy. Right then, the obnoxious man returned and handed Lucy her cup of coffee with a sardonic bow. “Lucy, have you met Mr. Roberts?” said Pamela in a strained voice. Carter put out his hand, but Lucy was too frozen to shake it. “Carter Roberts,” he said in that annoying drawl, his eyes sparkling with what looked like triumph. “Baseball player turned executive producer, at your service.”