Robbie Sells Rex Victorious Novels & Stories

He punched the wolf in the jaw and slammed him hard against a large tree and the wolf laid of the ground lifeless. The three other rogues charged and Rex fought against them like they were nothing. He snapped the neck of one killing him on the spot while the third one fled. The last one tried to attack me again as Rex was dealing with the other two and I backed up until my spine hit a tree, I fell stumbling back as the rouge approached.

I went near the window to check where the sound came from. I was shocked when I saw Gavin grinning as he held the guitar with him. Beside him is a middle-aged woman who is also smiling as if supporting whatever he's doing right now. "Hello, Rebecca Dale." He greeted as he waved his hand. My goodness! What is it this time, Gavin?

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

PART ONE: ~COMBATIVE~ He lost today. He had been winning all the matches since last year but he lost his streak today. I wonder what happened for him to be that distracted in the middle of a fight. With my chest heaving up and down vigorously out of fear, I enclosed my fingers around the handle of the waiting room and pushed it open with closed eyes.

Usually, it was a paperweight she had to dodge. "What the fuck am I looking at, Robbie? Why have our profits taken a fifteen percent dive from last quarter?" He nodded at his other bodyguard Nemiah, who was in the Israeli secret service. She stepped forward and filled his glass with Balvenie thirty-year single malt scotch, his favorite.

Elara was the prize, her heart the trophy I would wrench from Damien’s grasp. With the flavor of her drink still in my mouth, my mind drifted to my dad's barked-out orders, Break Damien, take territory. The Silver Crescent Casino was the center for Vellex patrols and Bloodhound plans. I’d been following Damien’s routes, his men's clockwork predictable. An ambush at the casino’s loading docks, at midnight, when his patrol was its sparest, would gut him. I’ll command it myself, make him drop. Vellex would fall, and Roland would recognize my value. I slumped back, my brain plotting the attack– silencers, choke points, a clean kill. Damien would never see it coming. Sabrina was babbling about wh

then gave a hard swing at him, but the leader blocked every punch Rex had thrown at him. "Your dad must be one hell of a fighter," the leader smirked, and when he counter-attacked, Rex blocked it with his leg. "With your skill, I want you on my crew. I can have you pampered and groomed to be my champion." Rex threw a hard punch almost to his face as the leader caught it. "Sorry, I'm not a fighter but a lover." The brawl continues as they exchange insults and taunts. "Too bad, and you, my friend, will be invisible."

I kept my composure as I said, "It's just a bracelet. No matter how precious it is, it's still worth less than me. Besides, Mable broke it herself. What does that have to do with me?" Mable's eyebrows shot up in fury. "Still mouthing off even when you're doomed, huh?" The manager, Trisha Gates, rushed in and bowed apologetically at her. "What happened, Mrs. Kaine?" Mable glanced at the shattered pieces on the floor and gave an exaggerated account.

I said. As they haul the rogue away, I look to my mate. Her fur is covered in blood but I don’t care. “You both are incredible fighters.” As I run my hand through her fur. “I will make sure you and Cronos have your time together too beautiful. Can you shift for me so I can talk to Rebel?” Roxie licks my face and then steps back and pulls a shift. When Rebel appears in front of me, she is completely covered in blood. “Do you always get attacked by this many rogues Austin?” She asks, looking around like she is trying to make sure there are no more threats. She thinks like a beta and fights like an Alpha. I’m still reeling at how amazing she was during the fight.

The entire mansion was brightly lit, and a dozen people were working nervously. This was Beaver Media, Robbie James’ private mansion and office space. At this moment, Robbie had just received two million in his account and was ecstatic. Hendricks Worley’s business was too easy. The topic became a hot search in a matter of minutes. He casually hugged the hot body of his little secretary, kissed her, and said, “Tomorrow, I’ll take you out to buy a handbag.” “Oh, Mr. James, you’re such a baddie,” the secretary who wore a black professional suit and was wrapped in black silk whispered coyly.