Ryley Robinson Novels & Stories

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Looking up at the neon lights of the club, I crossed the road to get in. “Bailey, you are here early,” Robin says. He is a very dark and buff man, one of the bouncers of the place and one of the few people that ensured I was comfortable in this place. I nod, giving him a slight smile. I reach into my bag and bring out a bag of cookies I was able to take home and stretch it toward him. “If you keep feeding me these every day then I might have to consider taking another job because you are going to make me fat.” I giggle at his statement and place the bag in his outstretched palm.

Robin chuckled and pulled away. He turned to look at Light and he suddenly froze. When I glanced at him, his jaw almost dropped to the floor and his eyes widened while staring at Light. Both Light and I giggled at his reaction. "What the hell?! There's a mini Arielle!" he blurted out and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Pfft," "Arielle's husband, my name is Light!" Light said and I couldn't help but blush. Robin recovered from the shock. "Ah, so you're the little girl earlier. Hold on—" Robin looked at me questioningly. "Why does she look like you?" he asked nervously.

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”

The days in the Omega quarters were still passing by slowly and by time. I kept my head down during the day, scrubbing floors and washing clothes like a good little Omega. But, every night I trained in the woods with Nyx to keep my strength growing intact. My body kept growing stronger. My shift came faster. I could feel the power forming inside me like a storm about to burst. “Do you remember,” Nyx said. “Laman got angry at a toy and his tiny fist cracked the wooden crib in half.”

Maybe it's time we sit down and have a long chat. I wonder if he would be open to that? As scary as it is, it might be worth trying. Especially if he misses me as much as I miss him. The next morning, I'm sitting in a quiet corner in the gardens, out of sight behind the lilac bushes, sipping my tea with an unread book on my lap, contemplating how to approach Rylan, when I hear low voices. Turning, I peek through the branches and see Rylan talking to Roberto. Roberto Mennetti, Connor's twin, is nearly identical to his one-minute older brother. But the underground fighter is wider in the chest and thicker with muscles. Muscles everywhere. He's a little intimidating and I spot several tattoos p

Layla's eyes widened as her silence was answer enough. "Holy crap you went more than three rounds? Freaking hell Robin what the hell is that man packing to make you go so many times?!" "Oh my gosh, kill me now" Robin whined burying her face in her hands out of embarrassment. She prayed for a beam up in the sky to shine on her and take her away right that instant. "So wait I'm very curious since he's a hotshot CEO and all that." Pulling out of her hands she looked at Layla from under her brows wondering what more outrageous questions she had to ask.

I wonder if it was concern in his eyes for me or his favorite character died in GOT. It's already six while I am still updating reports of last week. I stare at all the pending reports in front of me while I plan tonight’s dinner. What should I order, corn and peas sub or McD meal? Suddenly I see a large hand with long fingers on my desk. I follow the hand to see whose beautiful hand is this. Ryan, of course, it has to be him. But what is he doing here on my desk, I wonder? His hair set back neatly, jaw perfectly chiseled and nose flawlessly carved. I would give him 100 out of 10, he is so handsome.