J.d. Robb Novels & Stories

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

my dad questioned, looking back at Mister Moors, confused. I rolled my eyes. “Mister Moors’s full of shit, dad. He was told that by his creep son. His son’s the one that tried to assault me and just this morning. He didn’t get the chance cause I kneed his balls and bit his hand,” I snorted. “Wait, so this ‘drifter’ groundskeeper didn’t touch you, but the director’s son did? Where is the prick?” dad demanded, now turning his anger at Mister Moors.

She stepped forward and filled his glass with Balvenie thirty-year single malt scotch, his favorite. Robbie had become an accountant who was in charge of keeping track of the investment firm's profits and was also the compliance officer, to make sure that Damien did nothing to violate the SEC. "Damien, I warned you about Eastside Crips teaming up with the Cubano Manos. They're trying to corner the distribution of crack cocaine in all of Detroit." "Well, shit, Robbie, you're my derzhatel obshchaka. I was in Tel-Aviv for a month faking nice with the Israelis who can get us an in with distributors in India. You're supposed to take care of shit when I'm not around."

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

"Actually, no need, if he likes you he will like you the way you are. But if you want to change your appearance it's up to you Chloe, it's your right." Chloe nodded in response, she immediately smiled a little. Maybe changing his appearance a little is fine isn't it to make the guy glance at Chloe? Chloe smiled as she looked at the nerdy girl beside her desk. With a big smile, she patted the girl on the shoulder. "Hi, can I ask you something?" said Chloe "May, ask what?" "Do you know who the man in black is?" Chloe shouted, pointing at the man. "His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you

“Rob, we need to do something. If the hunters didn’t set those fires, then it’s the rogues. We’re running out of guilty parties. When you found Old Man Jacobs, there wasn’t any fire around him, so he’s ruled out.” Jon washed the floors as Rob organized the bar.

“Why aren’t you anxious at all, then?” Baby Robbie chuckled. “That’s your son, not mine. Of course, I can’t feel the same pain as you when you lose your son.” Grand Old Master Yorks was dumbfounded once more. He stood up and rushed to the back courtyard this time. Jordan and Baby Robbie were the only ones left in the living room. They both stared at each other. Jordan knew that Baby Robbie was once a Rank 5s secret agent in the military intelligence division and could retreat completely amid hails of bullets in crisis. He was certainly not a pure and innocent child as the facade he put up.

Rob replied with a grin on his face. “Uncle, I’d like you to meet my friend, Jordan Denver, a very wealthy and amazing man like myself.” Rob said. I faced him and he had a frown on his face as he looked at me. Did I wrong him or something? The look on his face as he stared at me from my head to my feet made me shiver. I’m a man who’s not easily intimidated, but this man made me shiver.

he said, about to pounce on his dinner, or midnight snack. "Wait!" Robbie said, stretching out his blood-stained hands and forcing himself to get up. His face has the look of someone about to deliver a cringe-worthy speech. "Just wait." He added, visibly struggling to get back on his feet, but accomplishing it either way. "You're right about one thing... " he said with his eyes closed trying to numb the pain. "...I am almost always either Wasted or stoned. But you made one little mistake Mr. Morale…" he opened his eyes, and what laid underneath was a set of blood red ones, even darker than the ones he had when he still wore the ring. "...I'm very, very far from normal" he said with a killer