Ruth Robinson Novels & Stories

Rubin swiftly glanced at Laura and back at Alixes, speechless. "I said who were you talking to?", Alixes shouted, nervously with teary eyes. " Go, on, tell her, it's me, Laura. You were talking to her friend, Laura Roberts. That's my name". Laura pleaded with tears in her eyes. Rubin stared at her perplexed. "Laura?", he mumbled softly and she nodded. Tears suddenly dropped down his eyes as well, "Oh. my God, what's happening? Can't believe I met you too over here".

"I deserve a reward; I did good today." Ron looked a little surprised by her display, then laughed. "That she did. She has the whole thing planned out pretty well, and is not afraid to get her hands dirty." Robin turned toward him, without releasing her hold on me. "Hands? Hell, Ron, 'dirty' is my middle name." "Slutty 'dirty' McSlutterson? That's a mouthful." He teased. Evidently he hadn't missed Sunday's shirt." "Hey! I'll be the one to judge what a mouthful is or not. And don't you forget it!"

"Earlier when you said I was beautiful and dignified, you forgot to mention intelligent. Now care to officially introduce me to this woman and explain who she is?" "No need. My name is Robin Le Brun. Reed's fiance" *****************************************

She just glared at the camera with the weight of a thousand ignored shutter-clicks. "Listen up, you suit," she began, her voice dripping with mean, grumpy authority. "My name is Caliya Hamilton, and I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to this company." Behind the camera, out of sight of the monitors, Devi’s hand tightened into a fist. His obsession wasn't just a hobby anymore; it was a fever. She was perfect.

The woman said, and then her eyes fell over to me. "This is Cheryl, Cheryl Mason." Finn had a tight smile on his face while the woman's demeanor instantly changed.

That I had returned—stronger, shinier, and with a heartbeat still intact. But that plan crumbled the second I saw him. Leo Devereaux. Standing tall on the center dais, dressed in a charcoal suit with his signature gold pin. His smile was disarming—warm, practiced, perfectly designed to win over any room. My pulse thudded. He stood beside her. Althea Moreau. Perfect. Poised. The woman they all whispered about. We shared similar beginnings, orphans folded into high society by distant relatives and careful grooming. But while I remained ordinary, Althea seemed touched by something untouchable.

“I…” “I don’t think you did what the Mycrofts accused you of, if that’s what you think.” she said, taking me by surprise “My opinion isn’t relevant in this matter, of course, but I’ve been in this business for a long time. I know a scheme when I see one. And, more than that, I’m a little too sensitive to injustice.” Ms. Robinson grumbled “Having to watch someone get blamed for a crime they didn’t commit makes me a little… Annoyed.”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

Ruth said in a serious tone. “Who’s Annette Fournier?”