Robert Greene Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Her phone must be lying in her house somewhere she can’t hear it. After a two-hour drive, we arrive at Brentwood. Alexander wakes up after sleeping the whole trip. A silence that we long for when we are with him. We pull up into the driveway of our house. Some of our packs still standing there guarding the gates. I roll down my window to talk to one of the guards. “Hello Robert.” My voice quivering. “Master Austin. Master Michael. Master Alexander. You have returned.” Robert replies. Keeping his pose. “What is the status?” I ask, fearing the answer.

"Hello..." The sound from his was sending fears into my systems. I tried not to stuttered, while saying my greetings. Finally, my hitched voice find it way out of mouth. "Good morning sir." I greeted curtly. He was my sex drive. The son of don Damien, his name is Robert. When his father had advised me to offer sex to my prey, if need be. Robert, had pushed me against a wall, grabbing a fist of my hair, his grips stronger. "I dare you to fall in love with him, or allow him to ride you anyhow." He paused, his breath fanning against my face. "Give him sex but I owns you. I'll kill you if you prefer his cock over mine."

"Luke, you apathetic ass, would you say you are not done evolving? On the off chance that you take any more, I'll just allow you to go to the prom stripped," yelled Robert Greyson as he brought his head up toward the room higher up from the driver's seat. The entryway for the driver's seat was totally open, and he yelled so uproariously that the windows appeared to vibrate. After a brief time, a voice nearly as clearly as his yell rang out from the room higher up. "What the hell?"

How could Robert have found him so soon? “How did you even find him?” I voiced my thoughts cautiously, my gaze locked on Robert. Robert hesitated, his eyes darkening with a mixture of awe and unease. “That’s the strangest part. I didn’t find him on my own. Someone—something—helped me.” “What do you mean?” Caleb interjected, his voice skeptical. Robert drew a deep breath, as if steeling himself for disbelief. “I found a note on my desk. No signature, no indication of who left it. Just precise instructions—a name, a contact number, and a brief message telling me to reach out immediately.”

"Christine, what's wrong? Can you hear me? Christine!" Robert's voice echoed through the room, laced with desperation and fear. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her pale, clammy face. "Is everything okay?" he repeated, his voice cracking with emotion. Christine lay still, unresponsive to his pleas. Panic surged through Robert's veins as he gently tapped her back, trying to rouse her. "Wake up, Christine. Please, wake up," he urged, his voice strained with anguish.

“You can use that space.” Once inside, Grace collapsed into a chair, fingers twisting together anxiously. “I never took Robert’s stories seriously,” she began. “He’d drink and boast about his connections, his mentor, the powerful people he knew.” “But something about Blackwood stuck with you,” I pressed. “Because Robert spoke about him differently. Not boasting—almost reverent. Scared, even.” She looked up, meeting my eyes directly. “He said Blackwood taught him how to truly break someone.” “Break someone how?”

[ Alessandro De Niro ] "Are you sure that Robert is back in the city and he will be meeting Tony for a drug deal?"I asked Drake who came up with a new and very positive information after ages of sniffing behind Robert Grayson. "My sources told me so,"He spread a few photographs in front of me."These pictures are taken by my man at his secret base on the cliff.You can see Robert climbing out of helicopter. I don't where they left afterwards.The area was surrounded by his men who were heavily armed."

Robert explained. "I'm not afraid of any old woman. She's been pampered and polished, what can she really do to me?" Mister challenged Robert. "Fine, your funeral, but don't make it mine too," Robert said as he hung the phone up and sat down hard on the couch and listened again. He was sure that he heard more than one helicopter. .....

Okay so he was on the road driving and his voice sounded normal meaning he was yet to listen to the voice note, "Not really just come home, I want to talk to you about something" "Alright, I will be there in ten" the line then went dead, I turned to look at Mathews, "Drive me to the condo as fast you can" I pleaded. If I could get Robert's phone and delete the VN then everything would be okay, But I was still anxious, what if he listened to it on his way home, I was sweating and my heart was beating rapidly. Just when Mathews pulled up his car, I noticed Robert coming out of his car, he turned and when he saw me, he came over to the car

“I don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re spewing.” She opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but before she could speak, Grace burst into the office, panic etched into her face. What the hell is going on today? “Grace, what do you want?” I snapped. She didn’t even check if anyone else was around. “The rogue… the rogue we saved… Robert. He’s dead.” I shot to my feet. “What? How?” “He was poisoned. Sometime during the early hours of this morning,” she said, voice shaky.