Robin Miles Audiobooks Novels & Stories

It’s the sheriff. Robin scrambles, “SHERIFF!?, Robin here, I need emergency medical care up at my cabin, I have a young woman half dead and frozen with an arrow through her side. Can you send someone please?” Kshshsh, crackling from the radio " Robin, Robin McRay is that you? What did you say? please repeat, over” Kshshsh “yeah sheriff this is Robin McRay, I need immediate, emergency medical evacuation, right now!” Kshshsh

But when my gaze fell on his cartoon avatar, a wave of disgust filled me. The next second, I scrolled past Xavier's message, found my conversation with my superior, and typed, "I'll accept the outstation transfer, even if the post is abroad."

Michelle said calmly, "Relax. This is just in case you fail. I asked my father to hire these experts. I don't want them to attack, but unfortunately, you disappointed me." "I'm sorry." Robin lowered his head again. Michelle said, "Prepare for battle. He'll arrive very soon." "What?" asked Robin in a shocked tone. The hunchbacked elder sighed and said, "There must be traces he left on you, and escaping like that makes it difficult not to be tracked."

The information however didn't help much. "She isn't here. I'm alone??" Miles whispered in reply. His breathing was very much normal by now, but his heartbeat was still too fast. It felt like his heart will jump out his rib cage. "Well, I'm here. You aren't totally alone." Robin said and hugged the petite figure of the poor blond. He genuinely feels sorry for him as he know how much Miles is struggling, or maybe he can guess how much is the poor boy struggling so he wants to always be here with him.

Miles roared, the sound so sudden and loud. Ruben just held up his hands in a defensive gesture, though he didn't look particularly intimidated. "What? It’s not exactly a secret." He roared back. Miles didn't stay to argue. He let out a sharp, frustrated breath, turned on his heel, and stormed up the stairs. The heavy thud of the bedroom door closing echoed through the apartment.

Nothing did. Eventually, the van slowed. Then it stopped. Gravel crunched beneath the tires. Somewhere distant, I could hear water—waves maybe? A lake? I wasn’t sure. It was quiet, too quiet to be anywhere near the city. The back door opened. Robin stood there, silhouetted against the moonlight. He looked calm. Too calm. He had this look like he was about to go on a date instead of dragging a woman into god knows where. “Get out,” he said.

" Linda cheered. Fans of The Fire Team stoop up in applause and cheered for Miles while fans of The Bravers made negative remarks about Robin. After seeing how frozen Robin looked, Miles also stopped playing and tried to talk to her. "Are you alright? Robin, Robin, Robin, Robin?" Miles questioned, but Robin remained still with her eyes wide open as though she just came ne face to face with a ghost. The only thing she could hear was the negative remarks about her. "If she knew that she didn't have the guts to compete at such a height, then she should have just said so when Vanessa asked if she was scared of heights. What the hell is she doing?"

Robin's voice was casual, dripping with the languor of the club. "I told you. It's just a sleeping pill. Don't overreact." Liam didn't respond. Silence. A dead, heavy silence on his end, starkly contrasting the raucous revelry roaring from the phone. This silence felt solid, a creeping frost traveling down the line. Miles away, amidst the noise, Robin inexplicably shivered. He pulled the phone slightly away from his ear, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. Damn it all. He was the older brother, yet Liam's wordless pressure always made him feel small.

Thought you would want to see how Alpha Miles is celebrating. My thumb hovers over the play button as I hesitate. Then, finally, I click it. The file loads, and my chest tightens as the video begins. On the screen, Miles stands in a gilded room I don't recognize. His hair is artfully mussed and his mouth is slanted in a half-smile I've never seen direct at me. Standing beside him, dressed in a velvet dress glowing with the intensity that only she can generate is Roxy. The one he calls the love of his life. My twin sister.

Ruben shut the laptop down and stood at his place. “We need to talk.” Miles bit his lips hard and turned over his heels. “Miles, what is going on between Roselin and you?” Brayan watched Ruben close to his friend. His hand landed on his shoulder, making him turn to see the pain written all over his face. “Not now, Rodriguez.” Miles never called Ruben by his second name, and this remark coming from him had implied he had already found himself far from him. “Miles, we are friends. What is bothering you, man?” Brayan blocked his way out, and Miles dropped himself on the chair and cupped his face.