Cole Robertson Novels & Stories

Robert answers back with his head low straight to the floor. "How did Roland become a member there?" She added more inquiries as she strive her best to make eye contact. "He was a ex-military and got kicked out for being drunk. He suffered from misery as a sober and raped someone much younger than him. I don't have a clue why but I know he's good at fetching data from the net illegally, that is why he got in and I don't have information on how he got bailed" Robert tells a story within a minute. That is enough to complete the entire queries we gather before we visit him.

Robert explained. "I'm not afraid of any old woman. She's been pampered and polished, what can she really do to me?" Mister challenged Robert. "Fine, your funeral, but don't make it mine too," Robert said as he hung the phone up and sat down hard on the couch and listened again. He was sure that he heard more than one helicopter. .....

Robert suspected he had help from an insider. “He had help from someone close.” ?! “It was your housekeeper, Irene.”

“We aren’t here to call the cops on you. We came here to work with you. We all want the same thing, to make sure this trash doesn’t ruin the family name.” Robert looked at his cousins with pure disgust. He wiped a smudge of Taylor’s blood from his cheek and let out a dry humourless laugh. “Work with me?” Robert spat the words like they were poison. “You’re all so transparent it’s pathetic. You selfish, bottom-feeding parasites.” “Robert, watch your mouth,” Cole barked, stepping forward. “We’re trying to save your life.” “I don’t need you to save my life!” Robert roared, his voice echoing off the walls.

“Robertson used to run black sites out there. Off-grid storage. Abandoned by the government, but not by him.” Kelly scoffed. “You think he’s still working those same places?” “I think he’s arrogant enough to believe I won’t trace them.” I looked up. “He always underestimated me.” “Right.” Kelly glanced sideways. “But you’re still betting he’s the one who took Caroline.” “Don’t call it a bet,” I said sharply. “Raymond’s a distraction. The timing, the setup, it’s too clean. Robertson wants me chasing the wrong man while he… while he’s doing God knows what to her.”

(Coby) Coby is the head of security in this Rosetta Mansion, and compared to the other guards, he was the oldest, and the longest person that have served the Rosetta Family, he knew how glorious the Rosetta family has looked like years ago, and he was still yearning for that old days. He personally never think that Mikhail was deserving of his title and positions right now, but what can he do he was nothing but a simple guard, that look over this property.

The next person brought in was Robert. The case against him wasn't as bad as Diana's but it was still bad. He had aided in the assassination of Fred and his wife and also the attempted murder of Beauty and he had illegally taken funds from his son's company. He was sentenced to twenty years imprisonment with hard labour and no parole. Mason had wanted him to stay in prison till he dies but Beauty pleaded on his behalf. She knew he was angry but Robert was still his father. She couldn't watch him do something that he'll regret one day.

Damien thought like men the past; there was one time, he took the body of a dead soldier and let it get infected, he observed it for a month, the body stayed dead, a corpse. Robert is a tall, handsome man with a large scar on his left eye. I asked him about it he said that he got it from a tiger while he was a child, since then it stayed like a mark-making him remember it. He has green eyes and lights blond hair. In the days that I spent going back and forth, from home to different areas, praying that night won’t catch me outside, Robert was accommodating, when I went to do tests, he stayed behind, when I got back I found meals made. Everything arranged in place; he went with me sometimes wh

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

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.