J.d. Robb Novels & Stories

“No. John Roberts doesn’t have any listed gun permits, and I can’t find any kind of proof that he obtained them legally.” “It feels like we’re missing something, when it comes to his role in this. We can tie Jacob to Bethanny, and Club 8. We can put John Roberts with his piece of shit serial killer cousin. We can connect Fenrir, the dig site in Vadar, to Jacob as well. I don’t know, it just feels like a few pieces are missing and all of this is connected.” “I agree Alsie. It’s like we’ve got it 85% of the way there, but something still isn’t adding up.”

I asked even though I knew exactly what it was. He didn’t answer right away. Instead he nudged the tablet a little closer like I wasn’t already glued to it. “Keep reading,” he said. I dragged my eyes back to the screen, letting every word sink in meticulously. ‘James Robinson, has continuously lauded himself as a victim in the face of the press, using his influence to control the narrative as a philanthropist, father and clean businessman. No longer would you be fooled. The first and most viral incident regarding his so- called victimhood towards Ryker Davidson, CEO of SparkForge and Falloway Corporation is now exposed to be a lie.

Jack only paused the game when his younger brother waltzed in the door. “Hello, Party People!” Robbie announced. Jack sighed. He had been hoping for a little more time before his screw up brother showed up. While the two men looked alike, with the same sandy hair and rugged features, they couldn't be more different. Where Jack was dedicated and professional, Robbie was a drunk with no direction in his life. “Looking good, Dean,” Robbie said, patting Dean's chest and admiring his shirt. Dean rolled his eyes. He'd rescued Robbie's ass enough times not to take him too seriously.

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.

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!!"