Robin John Blake Novels & Stories

Blake wanting to come into the house, “you wouldn’t let me have a little look around just to be sure your telling me the truth? My brother is pretty cut up about his daughter going missing. If she is here, you shouldn’t believe anything she says, she’d say wild things to get out of telling the truth. Once accused her own brother of raping her just because she was being spiteful.” Robin, “well that’s awful but I assure you, she ain’t here. And no, you can’t come up round my homestead wanting to poke your nose around. For all I know you could be one of those city folk buying up all the properties around here for your fancy lodges. Hell this story of yours could be a load of hog wash and your j

“Chairman Blake, long time no see.” “Mr. Rock,” the older man chuckled as he stepped in, “You’ve been hiding away for so long. I hear you’ve written another masterpiece?” Only a few people in the world could joke like that in front of Rock. Aside from his mentor, Chairman Blake was one of them. Chairman Blake was a legendary figure in the music world—both domestically and internationally. Though he’d rarely made public appearances since falling ill last year, his presence now stirred great excitement. The media was dying to catch even a glimpse.

Ryan affirmed firmly, with a reminder, "you can stop pretending now. You're surprised expression doesn't look genuine at all." "Ryan Blake is the son of Jacob Blake, the owner of the Blake conglomerate, a multinational corporation." Ignoring Ryan's words, Ivy wanted Ryan to confirm once again, this time with absolute certainty. Instead of directly answering Ivy, Ryan nodded, not forgetting to flash a smug smile to taunt Ivy. Ryan was pleased that Ivy finally admitted knowing him.

“They don’t fucking need you. I exist now. I’m opening a new fucking dawn for them.” “How old are you?” “What?” “How. Old. Are. You?” Blake's jaw tightened. The amusement in his eyes flickered— just for a second— before settling back into that arrogant grin. “Twenty-six. Why? Planning my retirement party?” “You still have a long way to go. And you have enemies with no one on your side.” I looked at the woman beside him. He noticed it but he said nothing. Then I looked back at him. “I can help you.”

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

said Blake. Blake is so reliable in many ways and he is the total opposite of Ashton. I'm not saying that Ashton is two-dimensional since he's from a high-born family. But Blake is like a jack-of-all-trades. He's the youngest of them three siblings and yet, he acts like 30-years old in his days of wine and roses. "Thank you so much for coming in such a short notice," I said. I hugged him so tight and pecked him on his chiseled cheekbones.

“Aye, well, it’ll keep her safe until we can get the Heart of the Moon.” “The Heart of the Moon. Yes. That’s the reason.” Blake’s eyes glint in the firelight. “What condition?” I ask. “I’ll tell you when we get upstairs.” Ethan gets up. “Come on, it’s been a long night. You must be tired.” “You really should challenge him for the title, you know,” says Blake. Ethan turns back around. “Who?” His tone is weighted. “Rob, of course.” Blake picks up his wine glass. “Who else?”

Jackie Robinson so diligently sprinkles around. Mr. John Robinson, Selena's father, is a figure of quiet authority. A respected district leader at Laketown, he holds a position that, while lowly ranked within the Redbone Pack, commands a significant degree of respect among the townsfolk. His leadership is marked by fairness and an unyielding sense of duty, qualities that have earned him the admiration of many. Despite his status as a low-ranked wolf, his influence is felt far and wide, a testament to his integrity and the trust the community places in him.

"They are some of the best we have here, but so are you. I need someone who won't be floored within two seconds during a demonstration." "Blake can floor me pretty quickly," I muttered and scowled at the floor, not wanting to admit it. "Blake knows you. He trained you," Rob pointed out. "He knows every move you're going to make before you make it." "I don't have a choice do I?" "Not at all." "Can't wait," I said sarcastically. "Great, so now that's cleared up..." Rob looked to the large windows that looked out of his office and waved to Blake who stood up and walked in.

His expression was relaxed, but his gaze was sharp. He held a glass of whiskey loosely in his hand, his other tucked into his pocket. “Sorry,” I said, quickly straightening. “I didn’t mean to…” “Hide?” he finished, his lips curving. “That’s exactly what I’m doing too.” I studied him carefully. There was something familiar about his face. He offered a hand. “Adrian Blake.” The name hit me like a bell. One of the most respected investors in the country. Ruthless, brilliant, unpredictable.