Robert Pattinson Novels & Stories

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

I will take care of it so that he gets the punishment he deserves. “Okay, thank you for your hard work.” Alpha Darren turned off the call. Now he understood why that crazy man had attacked Diana. Where there was only one possibility was that the man's wife was Diana's client at the courthouse. Because if the woman was mute, then only Diana could accompany her in the divorce trial besides the lawyer. The man named Robert did not accept the divorce because he still wanted to continue his immoral actions on his wife. But because of Diana's help, he finally separated from his wife.

“It is a pleasure meeting you, and thank you Mr.…?” “Oh, mi amor, call me Donatello” he said, smiling at me “this is my eldest son, Donato” “A pleasure meeting the both of you” I said, politely. I looked at Nathan who was frowning, kissing his jawline to catch his attention, making him smile. His eyes met mine and he leaned in, kissing my temple. “Ah, protective about your little beauty” Donatello taunted, clearly noticing that he pressed a button. I put my hand on Nathan’s chest, not wanting him to respond to the man as I pushed him back gently.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

Now I see why he is watching this stuff. From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires. My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest. I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.

His chocolate brown hair is falling out of his beanie in beautiful curls. Height check Super hot check Handsome check Accent check Sparks check. I had found my Mr Right He is staring at me as if I had gone mad but I know I haven't. Maybe I am " Welcome to Preston high Liam. " I say and grin at him as I try to curb my restless heart......

He had a scowl on his face, and was patiently waiting for an explanation. When did he get here and why didn’t I hear him? He was in a black tux with a black shirt inside and a red bowtie. It was the first time I had seen him in a full suit. He was usually in slacks and a button down shirt with the first few buttons open. This version of him looked poised and…hot. I couldn’t stop ogling at the movement of his muscles against the perfectly fitting suit. The peek of his neck tattoos coupled with the ones on his hands and his signature black rings was truly a sight.

She didn't know where she was going, just that she had to get away from the palace and the danger. But running had made her very tired. She was getting weaker and slower. Her vision was getting blurry, and everything was going dark. She tripped and fell hard to the ground. It hurt, and she felt herself going unconscious. Her eyes closed, and she didn't know anything else. A soft kiss on her lips woke her up. She blinked, trying to focus on the figure hovering above her. There he was again, the man she had Always dreamt about so many times. His face was shadowed, but she could make out the contours, the strong jawline, the piercing eyes. He was almost naked, save for the briefs he wore, his m

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

To answer your question, no there's not. "Glad we're on the same page now." I said feeling a little more comfortable. "What's your name, angel?" He asked and set his glass down to face his body towards me fully. His legs were long - I could see how firm they were through the pants he wore and I crossed one leg over the other to hide how affected I was. "Definitely not angel. Caitlin." I took a sip of my drink, enjoying the slight burn it offered. "Caitlin," He tested it on his tongue and unashamedly checked me out from my head to my feet cladded in strappy heels. "Such an innocent name."