Robert Greene Audiobooks Novels & Stories

That's the first warning sign. My stomach tightens, but I keep going. I slide in through a broken window, my boots making silent drumming on broken concrete floor. Oil, dust, and background metallic smell fill the air-blood. And then I can hear it. A low groan. I move towards the sound, fighting my way through the darkness as I look for movement. The warehouse is empty except for a lone chair in the center of the room. And in the chair- Robert. Tied, beaten, leaning forward

A purple welt the shape of a kidney bean rose just to the left of Gary’s mouth, which, for once, had been wiped clean of its perpetual smirk. “Are you fucking insane?” Link squealed and ran down the steps to Gary, kneeling next to him and helping him up to a seated position. “You okay, sweetie?” Gary rubbed at the back of his head then turned his attention to Robert, hell burning in his eyes. Robert immediately tensed, both hands balling into tight fists, as he felt the electrical charge of a storm about to break.

“Why would he do that?” A smirk tugged at Robert's lips again. “Don't know, boss, but I didn't d******d only the footage from inside the bank... There's a nice recording of Elmer Haywood standing outside the bank and talking on the phone.” “Does the recording have sound?” I had to admit that Robert's words sounded promising… for about ten seconds. “No,” he said and quickly added, “but I have a program that reads lips. I can use it to transcript whatever your stepmother's assistant said. It might not be a hundred percent accurate, but I think I can get most of the words he said.”

She nods her head up and down understanding that I did not want to talk. I finally leave my room after hours of burying myself in Lola and Hunter’s love story. I close the page of that book and follow the little whispers coming from the house to see what everyone is up to. The voice which I know as Robert’s voice is coming from outside so I leave the house to see him. I see Rob sitting on a small white chair outside the house ok the phone with a bottle of beer in his hands. I look around him and see five empty bottles, ok the floor beside him.

He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the sound of her gunshot, and Will’s resulting scream was music to his ears. He watched as Will fell to the ground, a puddle of shock and grief. Grace had been right about him. Will was a big, sentimental softie. A teddy bear hidden behind a suit of armor. As much as he wanted to watch Will lose his mind even more, there was a loose end to take care of. He traveled to Robert’s house, where he found the older man frantically packing. “Robbie!” he sang as he kicked down the door of the study. His gun was on the housekeeper’s head. She cried and struggled against him, and he pushed the barrel of the gun harder into her forehead. “Going somewhere?”

His voice slithered across the courtroom speakers like poison. “But what I did to Amber? It’ll look like kindness compared to what I’ll do to you if you don’t shut your trap and disappear.” No audio manipulation. No ambiguity. Just him. Unfiltered. Ugly. Exposed. Robert sank slowly into his seat, staring at the floor like it might swallow him whole. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked painful. His face was flushed, humiliated, beaten without a single physical blow. But Reed— Reed looked like a man already dead.

Robert stared at the cracked screen of his phone like it was a live explosive. The ringing cut through the tense silence of the apartment, loud and sharp. Alura grabbed his wrist, her grip was tight and fierce. "Answer it. Put it on speaker right now." Robert’s thumb trembled as he swiped the screen. He pressed the speaker button and set the phone down on the cold granite counter. He backed away as if the phone itself might bite him. "Well, well," a man's voice came through the speaker. It was thick, sickeningly cheerful, and far too casual. "Robert. I was wondering if you were going to pick up your phone today."

I ask aloud, the name still not meaning anything to me. “He’s some rich governor in the human world.” “How do you know that?” I ask. It’s not like Robert to be informed of anyone else but himself. “He once paid my mom a visit.” Robert answers like it’s no big deal. I stop asking questions. “And Victor Soils?” Robert says again though this time a bit louder. “What was that?” Roman asks peaking his head around the corner. “Your mom has a notebook full of names of people including a rich governor in the people realm and one of the councilmen’s nephews.” Robert tries to take the notebook again and I nudge him off. “Let me see that.” Robert demands

Even her pony-tail hung limp over one shoulder as if strangled by its rubber band. 'There won't, of course/ Paul said from the door, 'be any more hoaxes, booby-traps etc.' He was telling, not asking. 'I take it Sorenson is a colleague?' he went on to Robert. 'He'd probably be interested to hear about all this. And so would the people whose pets you visited, Sarah.' 'Why, you . . .' Robert had shot to his feet, and stood with legs braced apart and fists clenched, a picture of baffled rage. 'Get out, both of you. I don't want to see or hear from either of you, ever again.'

Robert to the van, and Catherine followed as they drove him away to Greenwood General Hospital. She got into the ambulance with them as she kept praying beneath her breath and speaking words of hope to her husband who had already given up on life. Residents around the area could hear the wailing of sirens signifying something terrible had happened. They decided to come out to see what was happening. 'Is this not Mr. Robert's car?' an old woman asked as she moved closer to the car. 'Yes it is, do you know them personally?' A police officer who was detecting and jotting down what happened asked.