J.d. Robb Novels & Stories

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.

They were having a heated conversation so I stood by the door and eavesdropped their conversation. My jaw dropped when I heard that Mr. Robbins had killed his wife. I knew there was something off about the man but I could not pinpoint what it was. He had an evil aura around him and that would explain why he could kill his wife with his bare hands. Leo was broken. Even as we stood by the beach side, he was disoriented. I had never seen him in such a way before. His face was stained with tears and his lips trembled.

Matteo sighed out again, he took another step standing very close to Spade, he stood maybe at least an inch and half shorter than Spade, but he was just as muscular, if not even more than him, he placed his hand on Spade's shoulder "Look Spade I get that you're mad, hell I'm pissed too, Laroit was my friend as well and I want justice for him, but I can't let you start a war we know nothing about, what if this is what he wants? A lot of people are gonna get killed, especially if he has someone backing him up"

But I felt the seat beside me shift, and when I reluctantly turned, there he was, sitting close. "What, again? Can't you see I'm busy?" I snapped, my anger seeping through, though his smile remained unchanged. "By the way, I didn't introduce myself when you accidentally spilled your drink on me. I'm Drake. Mind telling me why you keep coming here, drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" His question fueled my anger. I looked away, hoping my silence would make him leave. "Hello," he persisted, but I kept drinking, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

"Joseph, I'm am Rob. I'm in charge here." "Daisy's father," Joey nodded. "Adopted," I coughed and Rob raised his eyebrows warningly at me. "Yes, she's my daughter," Rob nodded. "Joseph, this is about you, not us. Tell me, how are you feeling?" I sighed softly and shook my head, turning my attention back to the laptop. After Joey was interviewed a random guy came in next, he seemed highly confident and too cocky. "Ass," I coughed when he walked out and Rob raised his eyebrows at me.

The huge security man got back in after which he shut the gate. "I knew these jerks will be the same. That is why we came prepared. Now, we must take the next plan…" he gritted as he gripped his packed bag tight. Detective Rob jumped. "What? We can't wage a fight against them! It's three against a hundred if not thousand of huge scary looking guards! No, actually it's two against them because I am out of here…" "Don't take one step!" Uncle Bob warned him. Detective Rob grumbled and cussed. He could see danger looming and didn't want to be involved. He still loved and valued his life and had no intentions of dying in the hands of some werewolves.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

Abbie I looked at Hunter with my eyes wide in shock. Did I hear him right? Bella's mate, Brandon, is THE Rogue King? I have been searching for him and asked far and wide if anyone knew him, and no one ever knew who he was! I mean, as far as I could go, of course. Sadly, I was around humans most of the time and rarely talked to other werewolves besides those in my pack, but STILL! Brandon Watson is The Rogue King! I think I'm going to cry. I am trying to hold back tears and not cry.

He struck with a series of swift, calculated movements, each blow landing with bone-shattering force into the man's body. Finally, the last assailant fell, his body crumpling to the ground in defeat. Drawing a breath, Rob stood amidst the fallen, his chest heaving with exhaustion. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mingling with the blood of his adversaries. His eyes met Jada's, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders. We need to get Miss to safety," he said. Nodding, Rolex gave a faint smile, and then he turned to stare at Jada, but her eyes suddenly became big as she screamed, "Rob, behind you!!"