J.d. Robb Novels & Stories

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

Seeing how stressed I was he tried to lighten up the conversation by smiling and saying, “Ok, cool where is the liquor at? If you need him here that’s how you do it. Apparently, he really likes Jim Beam, so let’s start with that.” All I could do was laugh after that. It’s been a couple of years since Robby has had any liquor, because of the “Bob” problem. One shot is all it takes, and Robby is gone, but “Bob” is too good at playing Robby. Nobody knows the difference until he has drunk a fifth or more, than “Bob” drops the act and is total darkness and evil. Picking at me and picking at me; trying to get me pissed enough to switch myself to Orna. I’m not going to lie, just Robby can drink, he

I glare at him from under my lashes and he just smirks. " Wow. That's good news then. You two don't need any time to know each other. Ava's a beautiful young woman and I know she's gonna make a good girl for you, yeah? What do you say Jeremy?" Can someone please stop calling him Jeremy? I'm going to choke on my salad right now and jump off a fucking bridge. " What?" Rob starts to cough. He looks different outside the mansion. A little badass and pretty sexy. I mean he's kinda hot, mixed with a good guy vibe and a touch of badass. But seeing Rob outside the mansion, he looks different.

I turned back to Braddock, his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel, his jaw ticked as a low growl escaped his chest, "where are the journals?" I looked out the window at the forest, trees now blurry as he drives faster, "I have Abi's and Momma kept mine." I turned to look at him, "I haven't been able to read it yet, I thought it could help with her recovery if we knew exactly what he had done." He nodded, I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid over to him, putting my head on his shoulder, "Braddock, calm down please, your driving too fast on this road," I placed my hand on his thigh and watched as his hands relaxed and his knuckles return to their normal color. I sighed, "it's over Bradd

Rather than fearing Cassius, Jaxter would prefer to shoot Lucas dead. “Understood, Sir. I’ll take my leave.” Roberto quickly exited, not wanting to worsen the atmosphere, as he had shared all he knew with Jaxter. He often found it confusing to deal with his Mistress, who sometimes appeared innocent, calm, and graceful, but at other times was fierce, manipulative, and cunning. His Mistress had many personalities.

Like we had this secret now, and the air crackled every time our eyes met. Around noon Mom went upstairs for a nap. Step-dad still wasn’t back. The house got quiet again, that dangerous kind of quiet. I was wiping down the counter when Robb came in from the garage. His hands were a little dirty, sleeves pushed up, showing off the tattoos that ran down his forearms. He didn’t say anything at first. Just grabbed a glass of water and stood there drinking it, watching me over the rim. “You’ve been quiet today,” he said finally, setting the glass down.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

With that, he crushed the man's head with his fist and it exploded, leaving behind splatters of blood as he tossed the body aside. Then he looked at me; His eyes were meager, yet soulful, because of the streak of sharpness his light brown eyes held. He was like a victorious warrior in battle. Bloody, yet graceful. The exact reason I could not bring myself to trust him. While I was shaken up by the amount of blood on my lap, he seemed at ease, like a king. "Here," he gave me his hand. The one dripping blood from the rogue he'd just crushed. Despite that he was looking at me, his eyes were distant. I was distant, and unable to accept his kindness. If he could kill that rogue easily, then I was

I couldn’t help but smile at the fascination that sparked in his eyes. “What on bloody earth is that?” he asked. “A magic mirror,” I teased before explaining to him the best way I could what exactly a television set was. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie, recalling the extensive DVD collection we’d found earlier that night. I asked him to pick a movie and he returned with two interesting picks: Chicago and the Godfather. It was almost a reflection of the kind of person that he was – a musician and a killer whose loyalty to family stood above all else – either way, tormented, with darkness constantly looming over him.

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.