J.d. Robb Romane & Geschichten

“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.”

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

His biggest regret was failing to get on John Robbert's trail. "I'm going to get some water," Ruby said, returning in less than a minute. Jay led Jordan to relax his nerves on the couch. The man gulped down a full glass of water. "He's crazy. That old man is really dangerous," Jordan said passionately, "why does everyone fall for his tricks so easily?" "Ruby, be strong." This time, Jordan spoke. "Not just when fighting them, but when facing disappointment," the man continued.

Alessio growled, his and Dante's guns pointed at Abruzzo. "He's here to help," A man in a custom white suit stepped forward, flashing a big grin. Standing five feet nine inches with pale skin and bright grey eyes, he was Nino's younger brother, who had been living away with his family. "Tom!" Russo growled, warning him to step back from him. "I'm here to help." Jenoah Abruzzo muttered, his face fell in shame, "Angelo should be punished, so no one dares to betray their leaders." Jenoah said.

“I already told you everything.” Roberto tilted his head slightly. At twenty-three, he had somehow become even more dangerous Sharp cheekbones. Dark eyes capable of looking completely emotionless one second and murderous the next. Black hair falling carelessly across his forehead despite the violence surrounding him. Deathly handsome. The kind of beauty that made people lower their guard before realizing too late that he was a monster beneath it. Roberto crouched slowly in front of the trembling man. “You’re still alive,” he said softly. “Which means I’m still being merciful.”

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

he gave Nyx an approving nod— “you made the perfect choice. Finally becoming a man, huh?” I smirked, shaking his hand. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be resting.” He chuckled, then turned to Nyx. “And you, young lady, are even prettier in person.” Nyx smiled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Rob. It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Please,” he waved a hand, “just Rob. ‘Mr.’ makes me sound old.” I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. That’s Rob—the oldest of my men. Fierce. Ruthless. Loyal to the bone. Sometimes too damn stubborn for a man without legs.

“Boss…” “So, now, judging by these papers, I have nothing to say about anything” Domenico said, ignoring his lawyer who was forced to stop talking. The Lycan was clearly calmer than he should have been, letting me know that this was one of his plans, and whatever the reason was behind it, Carter, who was listening to the conversation from my office, was going to find it out.