J.d. Robb Novels & Stories

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

He nеvеr ѕtауеd sober lоng after, аlwауѕ rеlарѕіng bасk tо his оld wауѕ, thе guу simply hаd no wіll роwеr. Rоbеrt wаѕ the соmрlеtе орроѕіtе оf Jоhn. His compassionate, саrіng nаturе wаѕ thе one shining beacon іn Joel’s уоung lіfе. Hе bесаmе Joel’s ѕаvіоur аftеr hіѕ mum, Lіndа, trаgісаllу dіеd, tаkіng over thе rоlе оf саrіng for a four уеаr оld.

“I don’t know much about other people, but I know about your support. He’s just a branch leader who’s in charge of the West State. “You should be aware that the Viper’s Den has other territories. Are you going to upset a powerful figure for one person? You’re going to lose more than you gain.” Robbie’s confidence stemmed from his ally, and he could face the situation with ease. He could throw Edmund’s mockery right back at him. That was the source of his self-assurance. When put on the spot, he stayed composed and confident, not thinking for a second that he would lose. He was trying to show Edmund that he would come out on top.

Someone said. Robbin looked up at Jeff who had his arm across her shoulders and asked " what do you think we should do?" He remained silent, but she could see the gears turning in his mind. Despite his outward appearance and reputation as a drug-using, drug-dealing gang leader who got kicked out of the university, she found him very intelligent. He finally spoke in a tone that portrayed his seriousness and confidence, " we won't lay low or we'll starve, instead we would act smartly, I have a plan, trust me".

Just let his gaze drift lazily down, then back up, like he was assessing whether John was even worth acknowledging. John, sensing the hostility, dropped his hand and straightened. Great. Just great. “Well,” I said tightly, grabbing John’s arm. “We were actually in the middle of something, so if you’ll excuse us—” Rob ignored me completely. “You a surgeon, John?” John blinked. “Uh, yeah. How’d you—” “You look like the type.” Rob smirked. “Smart guy. Probably a little boring, but hey, at least you’re respectable.”