Robin Buckley Novels & Stories

“Now, Miss Garrison this was someone you were intimate with, do you remember their name?” I looked at her realising what she was doing, “Yes, Luke.” “Do you remember his last name?” I blinked and blushed, “No.” “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Not really. Tall, skinny, blonde hair but not really any exact features.” “So, if he was sat in this courtroom today you would not be able to pick his face out of the crowd?” “No.”

I was just about to open my mouth and speak up when Jeffrey and two of my guards rushed over to me. “Mr. Robinson, are you okay?” He asked, and I saw one of the women whisper something into Miss. Rude's ear causes her to scrunch up her nose in disgust. "I am Blake Robinson, CEO of the Robinson group." I snarled at them. "There is no way you can be Mr. Robinson. That name is on the news every now and then. Everyone knows he is a powerful man and he can not end up with a low life like this one." The rude lady hissed and eyed Helen.

Kevin grabbed her waist and guided her away. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he saw a few business colleagues and started to get talking. "And then we decided to go with Robins” Smiling Brock excused himself, nipping to his car, he unlocked it and got out his digital camera. It was a small camera but took okay photos, if only he could use film, and his refurbished camera, he loved the long lens he had. Slipping the small silver box into his pocket he quickly went back to the auditorium. Going back to his table, the people who were standing there had got him another whisky. Raising his glass he thanked them and scanned the room, now he could truly relax.

There have been instances in the past where father's, who have had only one child, a daughter, have bribed the breeder assessors to make their daughter's sound a lot better than they are to get money. I watched as my new Alpha came forward and without even checking me over, like the other buyers were doing to their breeders, he just dumped 2.5 million dollars down in front of the organisers. I was shocked and a little concerned that he would just willingly throw away this amount of money without checking on what he had purchased, made me think that he was a little irrational and crazy.

"It doesn't matter, my beautiful. What matters is that it's something true for both of you and that he treats you with respect and care, of course." "I missed you so much." "I missed you too. You know, I think I had heard about this Ryan guy before." "Really?" "Well, I think most people in this country must have heard about him. It seems he's involved in a lot of business." During the rest of lunch, I told him more about the Nathan I knew. Besides, he was going to have to come up with an explanation for my father about his lie when he went to Dallas. He was in hot water, and I enjoyed imagining him getting nervous in front of my father.

Breaking News: THE FAMOUS CEO, BECKETT ROBINSON, IS DEAD. Fiona's eyes were glued to the TV screen, her heart pounding in her chest. The news hit her like a bolt out of the blue. The newscaster was still talking, but the words didn't seem to register. All she could focus on was the name—Beckett Robinson, her father.

My dad sits on a lazy boy chair in the small sitting area that is arranged to the right side of the office. Luna Christy makes her way back, slowly, and stands next to her husband, alpha Brock towards his left-hand side. Behind me, my mother walks in and makes her way, sitting next to my father in the small living room. "Selene, have a seat," Alpha Brock demands. I make my way over and sit on the cold brown leather chair, fixed in front of his desk. Utter and awkward silence overtakes the room, making me feel unease. He clears his throat as he commences to speak.

If he only knew, I’d been here all along. "Seems like it's all in order. Get back to work. I've never personally met Mister Kinsley, but the way Mister Westbrook implied he's not a man to cross,” he said, shoving the letter back at me. "I'm just finishing up. Trust me, and I don't want to see this Kinsley guy angry,” I smirked, grabbing my things.

Else, Pa john will have to send you out in the next two months if you don't pay your rent. Finally, the meeting was over. Kimberly's joy knew no bounds. She followed her boss sluggishly behind him. "Thank God!" She blurted. "Thank God for what?" Damien turned to her. Arching his brows at her. "The meeting was boring." She answered sincerely. "No wonder you almost slept in there. Let's go out to eat. I'm famished." ********* "Guess what sir?" The unknown guy spoke to the man in sixties. "Talk to me, Bryan." The old man answered.

Uncle Bob scolded him. It was Eleanor’s turn to send him a mocking smirk too. She escaped being caught by uncle Bob anyways. Their dad said the grace after which they all feasted on their meal quietly. Uncle Bob was the first to finish. He grabbed some mouth wipes and wiped his mouth. He worked his throat back and forth for a little while. Eleanor knew that moment he had something serious to say. Typical uncle Bob. “I heard you visited your friend yesterday…” he started, picking his teeth carefully as he spoke. One word at a time with a deadly calmness.