Rob Stark Novels & Stories

The next guy was kicked in the guts,while he was still rolling in pain Sabrina kicked him again but this time right where it hurts. The next guy was scared out of his wits and didn't know what to do. He had just raised his fist and was about to strike but Sabrina was faster. She dodged and and kicked him in the spine leaving him unable to move for a while. While everyone was still processing what just happened Sabrina had already done the deed and was dusting the non-existent dust of herself. The reason she attacked them was because they where a group of highly skilled assassins. But their only weakness was combat. They were the best in their field on poison and disguise but not everyone was

I quietly whimpered as I stumbled onto the ground. "This is Merlina?" The man asked as he grabbed my arm to pull me up "Yeah" jack said as me made eyecontact with me. "Damn she looks way more attractive than the picture." He said as he looked my body up and down, making me cringe in disgust. "Liam shut up we need to take her to Rob." Jack said as he lightly hit him across the head. (Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up.

I yell at my big brother who looks kinda scary. "I'm sorry, Li. I'm going through some shit. I'm so sorry." Robbie sits on my bed, grabbing his buzz cut head with both of his hands. His muscular and tall frame almost covered my bedroom. My big brother, Robert Daniels is no good man but he's the best brother in the world to me. "What happened, Robbie? You look... stressed?" I trail off, sitting beside my brother. My fifteen-year-old mind going though a lot of things. Once Robbie told me he is involved in some illegal business including killing people.

In just five seconds, Brock—who acted so almighty like a God—was now a mere useless pest. Brock started vomiting blood and felt an immense pain with this last strike. He started to become paralyzed and just wanted it all to end. “How… How are you so strong? “Who are you?” Brock asked. He looked shocked and reluctant to admit defeat despite being in pain and feeling embarrassed. Alex stared at him and ignored his question. He then dialed Lex’s number. “Mr. Rockefeller, how can I help you?” “I need a fighter who is smart and skilled to protect my mom. It would be better if the person is a woman.”

"Like me?" His jaw was sharp and his nose and mouth were placed perfectly on the right places. He was not wearing his uniform today, which he normally does everyday in the Academy. A blue hooded jacket wrapped his torso, while dark grey pants and some black sneakers sported his lower limbs. She can't stop looking at him, for she find his presence soothing and comforting. Weird, but okay. "It's kind of rude to stare," the guy chuckled. "Oh, it's you Anthony," she said, still staring at him fervently, her charcoal irises shining brightly beneath her long eyelashes.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

Marcus “Before we jump into a more serious topic, my name is Tyler Brock. I am a reagent CEO for RoS Co., this company. Nice to meet you.” He reached out his right hand, probably requesting for a handshake. The moment he introduced himself to me with a friendly and genuine smile, the cold and ruthless image I had of him dispersed in a blink of an eye. He… Is strangely different. And although I was hesitating, I accepted his hand for a shake. “N-Nice to meet you too.” I stammered.

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

, he instructed Anthony, ignoring me, "Natalie cuff this one a little tighter and carefully, remember he is a mafia, a born killer and he seems to have a history of escaping the odds,” Mafia? What is Gods name is going on, Anthony said it was only a nickname, “Darb listen, we can sort this out, if it's cash..." "Darb? Who is Darb? This is Brad, Stevie's ex-boyfriend!" I blurted out, Turning his head at me, I could tell he was stunned like I was,