Robin X Slade Novels & Stories

Sam said. “Well, we still have five more bedrooms to fill,” Slade said and I laughed as Sam glared at him. “And then you’ll be doing the cooking and laundry while I play Beta,” Sam said. “Okay, okay, no more pack members,” Slade said and held his hands up in surrender. “Do you know the name of your future girlfriend yet?” I asked Slade as we all sat down at the table. “What girlfriend?” Leon asked. “Pretty, dark brown hair, golden brown eyes, legs for days and the center of Rick’s attention,” Slade said and Sam threw a piece of broccoli at his head.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

he purred. "Hi, Roxy. Meet Ronald Slade and Benjamin Howell, founding partners of Slade & Howell." Poppy swung her phone around to get both men on camera. "Charmed, I'm sure," Roxy simpered. Neither man responded. "Roxy, where are you right now?" "I'm standing here in the FedEx office on 52nd. I've met the sweetest man, Julio, who is just bending over backward to help me. Say hello, Julio." The picture swung around to show a short young Latino man in a FedEx polo.

Kaitlyn suddenly gasped, pointing toward the large screen. I followed her gaze and my breath caught. There he was. Slade. In full black gear, helmet in hand, walking toward his car like he owned the damn track. The camera followed his every move, fans screaming his name from every direction. He had that same calm, cocky expression that used to drive me crazy, but now it just made my heart ache. “That’s his car,” Kaitlyn said proudly. “He calls her Bluebird.” I swallowed hard. Even his car had a cool name.

Then they just stared at each other, as if their ability to converse had just disappeared. "Well." Robin cleared her throat. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. "Robin Hanna." She held out her hand across the table. She had one moment of panic, wondering if she should have told him her name. Then she gave a mental shrug. She'd just have to believe Jonas when he assured her the Russians had no idea where she was. "Trey DeMarcus." He took her hand and enveloped it in his warm one. "Nice to meet you, Robin Hanna. Is that Robin with an i or a y?"