Robert Downey Jr Novels & Stories

Today I will get married to the man I hate so much. The man who is known to be the most successful Businessman of New York .... James Russo…. The knock on the door made my tears halt and I quickly wiped them. Mason Ronaldo, my father, my seller, the reason why I sold my soul to devil, entered the room and tears welled up my eyes again. I wonder if mum was alive would she have let my father and brother emotionally blackmail me to marrying….. “Daughter, you look so beautiful....so so beautiful that it feels as if a angel has descended from the heavens” Je complemented as he moved my way and kissed me on my forehead.

Devon was burning with anxiety yet he had no idea what he should do. 40 minutes later, a charming middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle walked into the room, escorted by a bodyguard. “Mr. Miller!” Tristan expressed his excitement instantly when he saw the middle-aged man with the slicked-back hairstyle. That man was Melvin Miller himself. “You’re quite bold, huh, Bob.” Melvin took a glance at Bob, his gaze ice-cold. Bob did not have the courage to speak, but Melvin paid no attention to him. Melvin asked, “Who were you referring to earlier?”

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

No he is fated to another. “You can start healing now that my friend has gone.” I take the remote for the TV and switch the TV on. Standing, I enter the kitchen and wash an apple. Grabbing a knife, I enter the living room to see Robert is now sitting up. I peel the apple, preparing to give it to him, when I lift my gaze to the TV screen and stop peeling as I stare at who is on the screen. Robert! I slowly shift my gaze to him as he rubs the back of his neck. His muscles ripple with the movement. He is a successful billionaire in the human world. I look at him in disbelief and utter shock. What?

She wondered what he would say if she told him she got to meet the number one man in construction in the state. Her eyes were focused on a portrait of Ronald in an army uniform. He looked younger in the portrait. “Grandpa is also a retired army general,” Donovan informed her as he noticed where her eyes were. “That is cool.” She replied. All she could think about was how privileged Donovan was. It was unfair for some people to have everything while some had little or nothing. She also had a heightening thought to tread with more caution around him. His family was powerful. And powerful people got away with a lot of things in society.

Ben David Thomas arrived at my office in New York fifteen minutes earlier than we had agreed. Amy, my Personal Assistant, showed him into my office. He looked casual and out of place in my sleek, organized building. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with an old blazer over it and shoes that looked like they came from a thrift store. It was a part of his disguise, I had learned. David did everything he could to be non-descript. It was the best way to get all the information he needed as a Private Investigator.

He cocked his head at me, his voice a deep and rich mix o— I cut myself off from thinking about how his voice sounded as I eyed him. A black cloak covered his broad shoulders down to his mid thigh, the hood down and his face uncovered. Black short hair adorned a face that looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. Strands of it flicking across his eyebrows and ears, his jaw, a sharp cut and eyes, a brownish gold.

For some strange reason, one of those Russian fools had found it wise to trail after me, or so I thought. Only when we'd blown a hole in the middle of his head, did we go through his stuff to figure out who he was. He was a nobody with a chronic drinking problem,but that didn't mean I was going to single him out though. The chances that he was a decoy for the opposition was still high, but it didn't exactly matter because he was dead, and unless my enemies were into witchcraft, then I didn't see how they could get any information out of the dead bastard. I'd taught him a lesson, but something about the silence up here was louder than the screams down there.