Robert Pattinson Novels & Stories

VAMPIRE CLAN HIDEOUT LUCAS In a large long room, a man is standing behind the window, both hands slipped into the pockets of the black pants he wore. He is 6’2 tall, chiseled hard face. His name is Lucas, the leader of the vampire clan. A century old but still very handsome. A lady vampire leapt up behind him, almost in a sneaky manner. Her fangs shot out and her eyes changed colors but as she made to lean in towards Lucas, he dodged to his right, swiftly turned and caught her by her neck.

"Ugh, not only is he handsome and alluring, but he's also so debonair. I can feel my heart beating for him." "I have no idea what he's talking about, but that won't stop me from becoming his fan!" "Our meeting has never been written in the stars; we wouldn't have met if not for your good looks." "Hahaha! I have no idea what he's saying, either, but it sounds really classy." "I just searched for him online. His name is Patrick Horton, and he's a Marvonian. He's 28 this year and currently works at Vargam Pharmaceutical Research Lab, but his actual position is classified information.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Tony was a bit of your average wolf; five foot eleven, dark hair, shaved back and sides, slightly longer on top and left to do its own thing tonight, a lean build and toned muscles just like everyone else because of all the exercising we do. I tuned out, the chatter just a distant murmur until I heard the film starting up, bringing me back to the present. I did love a bit of Ryan Reynalds, but put Jason Mamoa in front of me and I do not think that I would have the ability to remember that anyone else existed.

Maxim. His piercing green eyes were fixed on mine with a cold, rigid intensity as if I were something he didn’t want but couldn’t avoid. His tanned skin seemed to glow in the first touch of sunlight, and his sandy blond hair was messier than usual, with short sides and a straight top, giving him a wild yet imposing look. He was tall, much taller than I remembered, and his muscles, visible even under a thick shirt, looked like they could burst at any moment. He looked like a predator, his gaze fixed as if I were prey a threat to be controlled and the anger on his face, now more pronounced, only intensified.

Mateo continued. Santiago chuckled, "I don't remember being a drug lord, have I ever been present in any scene concerning drugs? There are only mere speculations. And this is all because of the people who do dirty business and pin it on the name of people who have done nothing wrong." The smile was still on his face. "What do you mean by that? Then why did you change your name from Santiago De León to Robert Pattinson?" Mateo asked angrily, he gritted his teeth against each other, his plan wasn't going as planned.

Zach played on her hair and smiled. "We will perform. Don't worry." "Thanks, Zach." She excitedly went back to the table and Kathleen was frowning. Another gorgeous guy came in a suit and his messy hair. He looked at Zach's direction and Rhian's eyes twinkled. Percy Pattinson. Zach's younger brother is the same age as Andy. Well, Zach was two years older than Andy. He's thirty and looks younger than his age. But Percy has that baby face and bad guy look. Still handsome.

No one seemed to care. “Don’t you think he’s fabulous?” Polly asked. Caitlin followed her gaze to the head of the table. Seated there was an arrogant looking fellow, maybe 18, with striking features. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, was clean shaven, and looked like he’d been pampered his entire life. “That’s him,” Polly continued, “Robert.”

“And Ivy?” “Yeah?” “Behave yourself. This isn’t just anybody.” I laughed softly. “Who is he? A prince?” My father snorted. “Bigger. The man’s one of the most famous actors in the country.” I sat upright immediately. Patrick Laurent. The Patrick Laurent. Oscar-winning actor. Magazine covers. Interviews everywhere. Older than me by at least fifteen years. Wealthy. Untouchable. Beautiful in that cold intimidating way famous men sometimes were. “Oh my God.”

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from