Rider Robo Novels & Stories

I rested one hand flat on the podium, looking the senior reporter dead in the eye. "My presence in Madrid was not a personal indulgence, nor was it a 'romantic distraction,'" I stated, each word delivered with absolute precision. "I am a major shareholder in the Rider Group. I hold a voting seat on the board of directors. When an executive steals from this company, they are not just betraying Tyler Rider—they are stealing from me. They are sabotaging an empire that my family and I have fought tooth and nail to secure." I paused, letting the heavy weight of my words settle over the stunned room.

“I don’t want to see you near him again. Capsiche?” “Who is he?” I ask. “He’s in the F.B.I.,” Roberto hisses. “A dirty fed.” I frown. “He works for the F.B.I. and the underworld?” Roberto nods. “Being a FED is just his cover. He doesn’t work for anyone in the underworld. He’s his own man.” I scoff. “That’s not a thing.” "Landon Volkov made it one.” His grip loosens slightly. “And you stay away from him. I don’t need you whoring around while we’re engaged.”

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

This poses a great problem for both the Hunters that shall shortly arrive and us. The problem with Roberto exposing him in the state of Blood Lust is that his eyes shall be bloodshot, and his veins shall protrude clear from his skin. He shall have great difficulty in hiding his fangs as well. The chances of him attacking some civilian in public are quite high. We shall need to try and draw him closer to a far quieter part of the city. That in itself is going to be difficult, and from what Alatar has said, Roberto does possess great power from the evil that consumes him.

Enboe-21 turned to the crowd, explaining, “Those two are totally different robots. While this robot is built with a CR-18 inbuilt formation bolt, the one I fought with was built with one of the highest formation bolts, which is the DX-20. Despite the fact that it was a DX-20, it still managed to exchange blows with me who had a far more surpassing strength and formation bolt due to my QED. . .” As if remembering something, he turned to Hanson and began to scan his face. Then an eccentric smile crept into the robot's face. “As expected. . .” Before Enboe-21 could finish his words, Harrison jumped up, “I knew it he was guilty! You can change your robot, but you can't change yourself!” With an

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.

Trying not to notice, I pedal away and pretend this isn't the first time I've been on an exercise bike in probably ten years. Roberto finishes up his set and moves to another machine, making his way closer to me. This one has him sitting and ohmygod. Those thighs of his might be my undoing. They're massive and when he pushes the weights up, they bulge in the most stomach-fluttering way. "Do you normally work out?' he asks.

“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.

Romeo's explanation already reddened his eyes. "I've done all the Beta tasks so far. I am making the pack safe despite yesterday's obstacles. I've tried to make the people not in trouble, I've also helped all your work well, and lastly ..." Romeo pointed at the black ink list. "I've cleaned the rogue from every corner of the pack, without exception." There he pointed to Rena's name listed. Early fall, 2009. A small teenager entered the Southwest region. Name: Rena Schaci. Status: Rogue.

"Or maybe he's got his own grudge against the Diablos family. Doesn't matter. All I know is I never asked to be fed information, but I needed so I accepted.” I filed this information away, rage simmering beneath my skin. Giovanni would pay for his betrayal—but not yet. First, we needed to use this knowledge strategically. "We have a deal then," I said, extending my hand to Wheeler. "You help us take down Valor, we help you get justice." Wheeler studied my hand for a moment, then clasped it firmly. "Deal. But understand this, Ghost Rider—if you double-cross me, if this is some elaborate trap, I will make sure you suffer before you die. Both of you."