Rob Stark Novels & Stories

Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier. Standing there at a loss for words, Drake walked over to me, extending his hand for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Drake. You must be the new Luna?" As he said that, I noticed how Linda stared at me, and the other girl, resembling her, approached me. I despised the way she looked at me, as if trying to peer into my soul, sending chills down my spine. "So, you're the one who stole my sister's Alpha, huh? A real slut."

Rob whispered as we stood at a distance from the prisoner and his interrogator in the basement. “Shit. I feel so scared myself. I have no idea what that kidnapper must be feeling right now,” Nick whispered back. “But how is he able to do that ?” I asked. “The man didn’t even blurt out a whimper when we tortured him !” I exclaimed. “He is so cool !” Rob blurted out and totally shut up when Nick and I directed dangerous gazes towards him. “Insecure peeps,” he murmured and two minutes later his wolf was healing his broken ribs and face back to shape.

Jackie Robinson so diligently sprinkles around. Mr. John Robinson, Selena's father, is a figure of quiet authority. A respected district leader at Laketown, he holds a position that, while lowly ranked within the Redbone Pack, commands a significant degree of respect among the townsfolk. His leadership is marked by fairness and an unyielding sense of duty, qualities that have earned him the admiration of many. Despite his status as a low-ranked wolf, his influence is felt far and wide, a testament to his integrity and the trust the community places in him.

“He will be. He can’t kill himself. It’ll heal.” That was answer enough. She thought about Tanner for a few minutes, how strong he was, how he’d helped her defeat Carter and been wounded in the process. “Who else did they get?” “Three of them are from Roatan. Stanley, Glenn, and Bobby. I don’t think you’ve ever met any of them.” “No. Have you?” “Yeah. I worked with Stanley a while in London. Bobby’s older then Christian. I think they know each other. And Glenn used to run Mexico.”

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

Storm chased after him. Storm excelled in martial arts, so catching up to Baby Robbie was a breeze. However, Baby Robbie was not so easy to deal with. He was small, agile, as fast as electricity, and as difficult to catch as a loach. Storm was afraid he would hurt Baby Robbie if he were to fight with him. His hit was not ruthless and forceful enough. There was forbearance everywhere. They did not notice that a mysterious man had suddenly cast his gaze on them. This man was six feet two and stood out among the crowd. He wore a black windbreaker and black sunglasses with a crew cut hairstyle.

He hoped that his boss Steve Lee, a man with an extraordinary status, would trample Harvey to death. But Steve quickly approached Harvey, all the while trembling in his boots, so much that he almost fell flat. He glared at Brock, wanting no more than to choke the fool to death. ‘What nonsense is this bastard spouting?!’ ‘If I offend this man, I won’t even have a burial place for my body!’ Before Harvey could say anything, Steve hurried forward and slammed his knees on the ground under everyone’s startled stares. Brock was stunned! Stacy was stunned!

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.

he said, about to pounce on his dinner, or midnight snack. "Wait!" Robbie said, stretching out his blood-stained hands and forcing himself to get up. His face has the look of someone about to deliver a cringe-worthy speech. "Just wait." He added, visibly struggling to get back on his feet, but accomplishing it either way. "You're right about one thing... " he said with his eyes closed trying to numb the pain. "...I am almost always either Wasted or stoned. But you made one little mistake Mr. Morale…" he opened his eyes, and what laid underneath was a set of blood red ones, even darker than the ones he had when he still wore the ring. "...I'm very, very far from normal" he said with a killer

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue