Robyn Carr Virgin River Series Novels & Stories

Victor screamed, his back arching off the bed as he came for the second time, his essence hitting my tongue. "You’re too easy to break," I whispered, watching the aftershocks tremble through his frame. "What about you?" He gestured weakly to my still-aching hardness. "Sleep," I commanded, tucking the furs around him. I didn't sleep. I watched the city lights of Vegas bleed through the glass until the sun began to grey the horizon. Victor eventually rolled over in his sleep, his heat pressing against my side, his scent filling my lungs. My hand drifted to his chest, my thumb grazing a nipple. The response was instant; he shifted, rubbing his backside against my groin.

Caroline I'm angry at life. I used to have everything: good friends, a great college life, a pretty face, a bubbling personality, and a gorgeous man to date. After the fire I was in, I have scars on my body, and now I'm stuck in a hospital bed after a skin transplant. I no longer look pretty—I resemble Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender. Only it's not my eye, but my cheek that is pink and reddish.

His hand swept through her hair that was not packed. He really had fallen in love with this girl before him. He kissed her on the forehead and she turned around in her sleep. He watched her for a while to the extent of not knowing when he slept off in a seated position beside her. Carly groaned and pulled her hair as if to pull it off her scalp. She had lost her friend all thanks to Raven. Maybe her target probably needs a change. She grabbed her sedative pills and gulped it down her throat with a glass of orangeade.

she said. Nyla was about to walk away when I received a message from him which make her stopped and glare on my screen. "ok then" "see you there baby," Daddysert replied. "Hmmm. Baby-baby," she stated with a tone. I out my pointed finger in the center of my nose and lips as a sign to make her quiet. "Enjoy your few hours of being a virgin, virgin," she narrated before she finally walk away. Time was fast and it's already 6pm, I packed my things then downloaded an app of the site for a convenient communication and I don't have to open my laptop.

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

Rain misted against the car windows, blurring the world outside into watercolor streaks of gray and green. When we finally turned into the narrow street that led to the house, my chest tightened. The place stood quietly at the end of the lane, its walls kissed by creeping vines and memories I thought I’d long outgrown. I told Roberto to go straight back to the city and not to tell Ram where I was. My tone carried a quiet finality that even he dared not challenge. He hesitated, concern flickering across his lined face, but after a moment he nodded, tipped his hat, and drove away.

“Ruby Vermillion is a nineteen-year-old woman raised in the Northerneast mountains. She is believed to be working for the King of Hezel to neutralize us with our plans to expand our territory.” I smirk. Interesting. “And? Ah, yes, by the way. Is she somehow involved by a man named Robyn?” “Yes, correct. She seems to be affiliated with Robyn Winchester. The Hooded Archer in Green of Hezel.” Now, that makes her even more interesting. Robyn Winchester. A sharpshooter. Tenacious with his bow and arrow. One-shot, one kill. A man who formulated a quick poison to immobilize us, Weres. I still remember the day when I crossed paths with him. So that’s why Ruby’s attacks seemed familiar.

As he’s backing out of the driveway, he asks, “Where to?” “Some place I can scream,” I say. Carter nods. “I know the perfect place.” -------- Carter I take Ryan to one of my favorite spots to be alone: a small beach along the shore of the river that runs around town. I park my car in a grassy turn off and show her the way to the beach. Ryan has stopped shaking since we started driving, but tears still stain her cheeks. I stop walking at the border where grass turns to sand, but Ryan continues to walk towards the water, kicking off her shoes and walking directly in.

Anxiety was written plainly on his face. He could never have guessed that his sister was responsible for the virus that blew up the hacker’s forum. The Caroline that he knew was not a malicious person. She wouldn’t deliberately release a computer virus to hurt innocent people. Caroline knew what he was thinking so she replied in a low voice, “Vicky Roberts’ husband is McLean Corps’ Oliver McLean.”

I hated the thought of splitting at all but his eyes found mine, and for a moment the whole van seemed to hold still. “We don’t get Nova back unless we cut the head off this snake,” he said. “I won’t leave her breathing another day with Vivienne.” The words were a knife because I agreed but that didn’t make it easier. Carter gave a short nod. “We’ll make it loud out here to buy you time.” Noah squeezed my hand once, then released it. The van doors slid open, cold salt air rushing in like a slap. We stepped out together. The dock stretched under our feet, wood groaning faintly, waves lapping black against the pylons. The stink of oil and brine hung heavy.