Rob Stark Novels & Stories

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

I'd been in the pack's territory for a few days now and they were still giving me the cold shoulder except for Scott. He was standing at the back of his cabin near a handmade wooden chopping board with the stone oven lit. He had a pile of cooked meat stacked on the board in front of him, shredding it apart with a fork and knife. "Hi," I said, folding my hands behind my back as I neared him. Scott was as tall as Hunt, with dark blonde hair and broad shoulders, looking like one of those men that lived in the mountains—which ironically he did—in his plaid shirt with those mesmerising lake blue eyes.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

Bracing my arms against his shoulders, I prepared to knee him in the balls but he jerked back away from me. Cooper’s eyes widened and he fell to the ground. That’s when I saw Rage standing behind him. Dressed in black from head to toe, my panties dampened at the sight of his furious face. I wanted to say something—anything—but my mouth turned dry. “Get up,” he said, his voice grave. Oh no. Dante wobbled over on his crutches.. There was no way I could stop Rage without Dante’s help. “Rage,” Dante warned. Cooper scurried from the ground. “Who is Rage?” Cooper asked. “And who are you?”

Arjuno's words are followed by several cries from the family. Ronan looked for Robut, the man stood straight with a straight face near Nero. He knows that Robut is a beta…and his position is next to the alpha. However, even Alpha Nero looks sad over Robina's passing… Robut, who is Her older brother, doesn't show any sadness at all.

The only casualty was a corner that ripped. “Look what you did!” Lora fussed, brandishing the image of Enzo at her. The muscles of his chest still gleamed, but the pool background was a little worse for wear. Maybe it was just her interaction with him today, but she noticed new things about the portrait. Like the expression on his face, which she had taken for concentration and dedication, could maybe instead be barely concealed disdain. Arrogance, even. Like he was above all of this. Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

“Say it again. I dare you.” Never expecting the matter to blow out of proportion, Stella quickly pulled Robb away. “Robb! Stop fighting!” Roger still hadn’t lost his rationale and stared at the man before him. “I treated you as my friend, but you stabbed me in the back. If you have anything against me, come at me. Don’t do all these dirty tricks behind me. You’re just being pathetic!” “Aren’t you the same? You went behind my back as well! Who’s the actual hypocrite?”

“Rogue? Is that what he told you I was? Did he tell you that I rebelled against him, is this why he chose to shun me out?” I shook my head, anger simmering under my ribs. “Your father wouldn’t know reason if it clawed through his skull. I didn’t leave, I was pushed out. And trust me, little Blackthorn, there is a difference. And when it is family, when it is personal, there is a damn difference that you wouldn’t want to play.” Her throat bobbed. A flicker, hurt? Doubt?... passed through her eyes. Good. The first crack.