Mark Rober Theme Song Novels & Stories

“If they try anything funny on the ship, this number has one button. It won’t save us, but it’ll make them regret it.” Rob nodded and tucked the phone in his waistband. “Grazie.” Julian looked at me, then back at him. “She’s tougher than you, you know.” Rob smiled, but it didn’t touch his eyes. “I know.” Marco appeared in the doorway. Bald, scarred, silent. He looked like he’d killed twice before breakfast. “Let’s move,” he grunted. We followed, hand in hand, our rings catching the flicker of dying candlelight.

"What do you want? Do you know whose lady this is? You better leave now!" "Blah, blah, blah!" Scarface said nonchalantly. "Who cares about who she belongs to. As long as I look at her face, I will let her go. But don't think you can just escape from my hand." The three dark figures next to each other laughed and agreed. One of them with a big mole on his face said. "Ronan, this other little human girl looks pretty too. She's so beautiful. You can give her to us if you don't want to."

They are also useless, so why are they maintained? Jordan grinned and dragged Romeo's body, which had almost lost consciousness, in the middle of them all. He also saw his mother and father staring at Romeo hysterically. They're too much. In his hands now was only a useless Beta. Why did they seem to lose something so precious? "Let Go Of Romeo, Jordan!" The voice jerked Jordan. The man who had just come out of the building in a black robe did not forget that blood was on the man's clothes. This was his father's enemy. Raven.

The sound of the trumpet informed Xavier of his father’s arrival and he rose from his throne and down the stairs, towards the wide window, which he could see through. Just as expected, Robb got down from his carriage escorted by a few temple guards and priests towards the Palace. He was adorned in a white long robe with golden stripes, a signature of his title as alpha of alphas. Xavier hated the wrecking feeling that always accompanied the thought of Robb being close by. He had had it since he was a child and he thought he’d outgrow it by now.

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.

I’m yours. I was stunned. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “The Wreck of Our Hearts” by Sleeping Wolf.

he says, delighted, and the Wolf’s voice inside the word is a drum: fightfightfight. I hide my reaction inside a shiver. The bond tightens again, a rope pulled firm by two hands. I don’t know where he is. I know he is coming. I know something old and blue in me unclenches for a second and then remembers I’m in a chair with tape on my mouth and decides to keep breathing anyway. Robbie glances at the door and then back to me, calculating. He wants to put one more mouth on me before he answers the knock he hears in his bones. He wants to leave me so clearly his that the man in the doorway will taste despair.

Then she announced, “The first person to render us a song is no other than the best friend of Marco, Mago Concepcion!” Mago stood and went to the list of songs to play at the videoke. I was not surprised about Mago’s song choice. He sang Matchbox Twenty’s “Push.” I like the song’s beat, but the lyrics are filled with so much emotion. I stopped myself from trying to hold Arlene’s hands. I know how it felt to want to love someone while this someone tried to run away. Watching them in this situation reminded me of when I used to stalk Stuart. *flashback*

Marco studied Robert for a moment, a glimmer of respect barely veiled in his icy gaze. Then, he spoke, his tone softer yet deadly. “Very well, then." "There could be only one king in the forest. Let's fight to the end..." *************