J.d. Robb Novels & Stories

After all, he had other much bigger plans in mind. "Ohh fuck, that's so fucking good!" Robb exclaimed with a guttural sigh as he suddenly pulled his aching monstercock out of the warm wetness of Lin's throat and stepped away from the cushiony, dick-hugging valley of her cleavage. Long, thick ropes of mixed saliva and precum still connected his flexing truncheon with Lin's beautiful lips and huge tits as he smiled at the flushed, perplexed brunette.

Robbin asks. “Yes,” Ethan said while nodding at him. “Can this cheek even fight?” Robbin asks him while looking me up and down, judging me weather I can stand my ground or not. I open my mouth to say something, but Ethan beats me to it. “Don’t judge the book by its cover dude, she can even take Robert down,” Ethan said with a cocky smile. “No way,” Robbin said while shaking his head at him. “Who is Robert?” I ask them.

There was nothing delightful about this meeting, and he suddenly wanted to punch something. The ring on his finger shot painful and weakening poisons into his blood. These poisons travelled through his veins and to the rest of his body, all to calm him down. Yet, even that did little to stop his rage. Robb was the man who made him feel less growing up, and Elliott assisted. Being a hypocrite and only doing the right thing when Robb was present, Elliott snaked himself into Robb’s heart and made him believe he would be a better king than him.

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.

“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.

Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters. "I'm t-tired, Kenny. You don't have to help me, I don't want you to get into trouble anymore." I replied causing him to look at me with a sad face. "We need to try. My plan won't fail this time, come on." Kendrick insists as he walks inside the room. I can't help but frown when I noticed that he's carrying a robe. "What's that for?" I asked Kendrick with a confused face. "There's an old and stinky rogue that was guarding the front door, you need to wear this robe to mask your scent," Kendrick explained to me and handed me th

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.