Rob Stark Novels & Stories

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Alpha Ian Fullerton of The Rebel Rogues, looked up from his desk when he heard a knock on the door of his office. He ordered the one knocking on the door to come in and he saw that it was his beta, Anthony Madison. Anthony is a tall, muscular-built guy with dark hair and dark eyes. He has a scar on his face, running from the bottom of his right eye down to his chin. He looks formidable alone with that look and he had used it to his advantage.

Their leader, the bastard, stood in human form, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them. Ariana, who looked down at her feet, avoided looking at her daughter as the men walked toward us, fighting to grab her. I growled, wanting to fight only for him to grab me by my head and literally throw me back on the wall. My heart raced, and fighting, Katerina tried pulling away from one of the men whose arms tightened around her. Alexander sped toward them only to freeze when he was staked in his chest, causing Caterina to cry out. She went to approach him, wanting to pull the stake out only for the man who had her in his arms to snap her neck, causing her body to drop. My heart raced, and

Mr, Basto explained using the pen he was holding to hit repeatedly on the deck as he kept bending the chair he was siting on backwardly. Amunsa found himself speechless at this point as he looked at Mr Basto's white classes and his black bearded beard surrounding his mouth with a line of its bears well shave, going up, joining up with hairs from his head. He realized himself after awhile starring at him. "What?" he said mopping at him. "Calm down Mr Amunsa all.... " Amunsa got him off in anger. "calm down? How do you expect me to survive with such a situation how?" he stood up from where he was sitting.

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.

I studied his face as he spoke. He looked tired. The bruising from Dante's fists combined with what looked like genuine exhaustion gave him an almost haggard quality I'd never seen on him before. Rob had always had that polished, untouchable quality of someone who'd never faced real consequences for anything—that easy confidence of someone who moved through the world expecting things to work out for him. That quality was notably absent right now. He looked like someone who had been confronted with himself and hadn't loved what he'd seen.

The car finally stopped and for a moment neither of us moved. Then my mother smiled nervously. “Ready sweetie?” she asked. "Sure" I smiled back. Before I could say anything else, the front door opened. A tall man dark haired man stepped outside. It was Jack. Even from a distance he looked exactly like I remembered. Although I had only seen him once, I still recognized him. Seeing him now, I saw am uncanny resemblance between him and the bully that made life a hell for me, Ryan. They had the same eyes, the same jaw and same facial structure. It was honestly a little unsettling but I tried not to think too much about it.

Taylor, Logan, Nancy, Mila and two guards are right behind us. It takes us about three hours to make it to Storm Forrest pack. When we make it to the entrance of her pack her father, brother and his Luna are waiting by the entrance. “Nick, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you today” Mila’s father Jacob Gibson says, shaking my hand. I lean forward and shake Mila's brother Thomas Gibson and his Luna Mara hand. "Nick, how are things going? I heard about your Luna. I'm glad she was found". Thomas says and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

“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.