Robby Keene Wattpad Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. They're just friends. Plus, she's YOUR girlfriend. Here, drink up." 'But we're not really in a relationship,' Vermont thought. He wanted to say something but decided not to. 'Stella is such a vindictive woman! Only a mutt like Keegan would ever fall for her.' On the other side of the room, the receptionist watched as Stella walked away and turned to look at Keegan. "Mr. Kane, are you..." Keegan put the envelope filled with money away and said, "Put down both of our names. She doesn't like it when I overspend."

Tears finally slid down my face without a sound. Everything came flooding back. Ryan's coldness, Emily's cruelty, the nursing home reservation they'd canceled, the bank card they'd stolen, the lies they'd told about my house. Beyond the heartache, a strength I'd never felt before began quietly taking root. The next morning, I woke to the familiar sounds of the morning market. I hadn't slept this soundly since Peter had passed away. After washing up, I went straight to the bank. Just as I suspected, the card with over 80 thousand dollars in it had been completely drained.

I read the title again and smacked my desk harshly, rattling everything on top of it as I stood up to snarl at Robb, who was pissed the same as me. “I don’t know him as well. He is just some writer in that e-magazine, no one famous. From what I heard, he used to cover business and such. This was the first time he wrote something like this.” Robb said as he stared at his phone and I kept reading the rest of the article. It wasn’t invasive, but I can see that the man did some digging. He knew Willow’s real identity, but he chose not to reveal it in his first article and promised to tell the rest in his next one.

It was a sound of emptiness, of hunger. Knock. The thought was a lightning strike in Ron’s mind. Moe said to knock. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. This was his brother. His little brother. This was Robbie, who was afraid of the dark, who loved chocolate chip cookies, who had once cried when their goldfish died. This wasn’t one of them. Not yet. “Ron…” Kira’s voice was a warning note, thin with fear. Rob’s eyes snapped open. The warm, familiar brown was gone, clouded over with a milky, cataract film. There was no recognition, no thought, only a primal, fixated intensity. They were locked on Ron’s face.

He told me about the adventure they had while we were separated and I also filled him in with my situation with Andrea and Leo, ~ Roxy’s POV ~ I was really surprised at what happened to Jake and Gabby. I can’t believe that Gabby is an assassin for the Russian mob and her real name is Blair Kuznetsov. It was really tough what they had gone through. I mean, I thought these kinds of things only happen in books or movies. Our friends were actually fighting for their lives while we were playing house with Andrea and Leo. “I can’t believe that Gabby, I mean Blair wants to move on and leave Jake. The two of them are such a great couple.” I stated as we were eating our very early breakfast at the ho

Robbins walk into the party from a distance. Without a warning, Leo diverted from the path leading to the dance floor to the direction of his father and Kay. My heart pounded and I felt my legs grow heavy as if they refused to move. I wanted to leave the party and head home at that instant. I disliked Mr. Robbins for plotting to use me for his son and Kay for involving me in an office rumor. I didn't know Leo could feel my nervousness but he did. He pretended to be indifferent about it and shook his father as well as Kay.

There is no way this man can be Aaron’s father. “Thank you for your time, Mr. and Mrs. Kent,” Alexandra said with a scarce smile. They left the place, and once they were in the car, her face turned stoic. “Johnson.” Her voice was so unrelenting as if she was on the verge of causing mayhem. “Yes, Ma’am?” She gripped the steering wheel. “Find out everything about Bobby Kent. Everything from family background to his bank transactions.” *** “Your suspicion was right. There was a huge deposit in his account the day after you arrived at his house.” Neil reported. He had looked into Bobby Kent’s bank account and someone had deposited one million into his account.

Oh well, clean slate I guess. Rob, however, seems sort of confused. I don’t blame him – the incident happened only a few weeks ago, and it wasn’t like Mateo and I ever stopped joke-flirting. Alex’s constant jokes about the situation didn’t help Rob understand that we’re just friends either. Maybe he would be the one to save me. Maybe he’d go “Wait, I thought Kieran was madly in love with Mateo?” so I can confirm it and immediately drown myself in the Atlantic Ocean.

The water hit his skin hard, washing away the tension that had built up over the night, but his mind didn't quiet. Not really. It stayed on her. On the way she had looked at him in that club. On the way she had said, I don't have a job anymore. On the fear she tried so hard to hide. Kane scrubbed a hand over his face, exhaling slowly. He was going to fix this. Whatever it took. ⸻ By the time he stepped out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel, the apartment was quiet again. Too quiet. For a split second, something in his chest tightened.

“The rules are we share. That’s it. What’s yours is ours, brother.” Before Keane could make a rebuttal, the door opened again, and Beau stepped in, closing it behind him and then turning the lock three times, just like he always did. Diagnosed with a severe form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, not even the meds took away all the symptoms. We loved him anyway. “What’s the problem in here, gentlemen?” he asked. “I could hear shouting down the hall.” “Keane met the new intake,” I said. “But he’s trying to claim her for himself.”