J.d. Robb Romane & Geschichten

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.”

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

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.”

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

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 could certainly see the determination mixed with evil intention in his green pools and I suddenly started to feel so worried for my dear friend as I recognized who this handsome man with striking green eyes was. He was none other than that infamous criminal lawyer Michele Robers. He was famous for his cruel nature in court; he never let his opponent win. He knew how to bend laws and use them in the right way and that's the reason why Jack hired his firm for all our legal work as it was the best in the States. I looked at Ava with soft eyes as I knew this man won't stop until he gets what he wants from her but the only thing which put my heart at ease is that I knew she is a fighter. She wo

The best possible thing would be having Robert and days and nights of him giving me orgasms. Life can’t possibly get any better than that. ROBERT That girl is mine, even if she doesn’t realize it yet and even if I’m not completely knowledgeable in what it means to be a Daddy. Sure, I’m new to this whole Daddy/little girl thing, but I have the best mentor on Earth in Jonas, my boss the fire chief. I have another great mentor in Timothy, who might be the scariest man I’ve ever met. He’s like Rambo or something.

He never looked away. And when it came to the final moment, when he had the chance to kill me, Bobby hadn’t been able to do it. He couldn’t cross that line because he had never crossed it before. Bobby planned. D.J. executed. He was older. Harder. More practised. More ruthless. I bent double beside a rubbish bin and vomited, then kept running. The off-licence blurred past, then the betting shop, the pizzeria, discount store, pawnbroker, bakery and the Rag and Firkin pub.