Second Chance Rival M Robinson Novels & Stories

“Do you always sneak up on people?” “Only when I see they obviously have a favorite author in common with me,” his grin grew as he pointed to the set she’d just been looking at. “My favorite series ever, hands down. J.D. Robb rocks. I’ve read them all at least once. It never gets old.” “No spoilers!” Faith laughed and mimed covering her ears. “I’ve only gotten a bit over halfway through them. But yes, the ones I own I have read at least once, too.”

Harlan growls under his breath, earning an eye roll from Robin. “Pay no mind to the brute.” She leans forward, as if divulging a secret worth billions. “We really look alike, don’t we? Me and Harlan.” Harlan shakes his head, obviously annoyed, “we look nothing alike.” “Oh, what a load of rubbish. I say we could pass for twins.” Harlan sends a long suffering look to the heavens and my lips twitch in a grin. She definitely keeps him on his toes, this one. “Hello, Robin. Nice to meet you,” I say, leaning forward with a conspiratorial wink. “And yes, you both look exactly alike.”

"You women always need time to get ready. By the time you arrive, it'll be nearly noon. Even if your role is minor, people will still talk. I'm different--I can grab a coat and go. Distance doesn't matter." Vicky tossed the used cotton swab into the trash and lifted her eyes again, her gaze sharp and searching. "Why are you so good to me?" "You're my wife." "I won't be a good wife," she said hoarsely. "There's someone else in my heart. You still think that's worth it?" "No one is truly irreplaceable," Robin said calmly. "Given enough time, even shadows fade. And if one day you turn around and look at me... maybe I'll be right there."

Cain stood there in front of her with eyes coldly glinting as he looked at Robin, his mouth was curled in a cruel snarl but he didn’t move probably because Robin had his man point a gun at her parents. Robin chuckled with a harsh bite to his laughter. “ You are really good, Covington. You found us much faster than I have expected you would. It’s a shame though I was hoping for a final climax before sending you away.” Cain’s nostrils flared as he stared at Robin without blinking his eyes.

Robin inhales, nodding with hands spread apart, giving the universal, ‘lay it on me’ sign, and I scrub my face. “He gave me an opening, and I didn’t take it. As a matter of fact, I did the opposite, I ruined whatever chances I had with him.” He blinks at me, confusion all over his pretty face. “Because, he’s still with Crawford.” The admission feels like I’m being cut into a thousand different pieces. Robin pats my back once, and goes, “I’ll let you win once if you want to play.” I chuckle, he’s shit at comforting people, or relating with them outside games and stuff. But it’s good distraction.

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."

I was convinced that everything would be okay, our love for each other would conquer whatever trial that came our way. The reception ceremony that followed after was grand, the hall shone in bright gold and silver. I had to give it to Mrs. Badmus for a job well done. She was also a perfect host to those she cared about, I watched as she moved around ensuring that all the guests present were well taken care of, except for my own family which she ignored as though they didn't matter.

, replied by my sister. I’ve never seen Amber like this before she got an evil look on her face. “Oh, poor Racy...”, racy is the short name of my real name Rachel. “....my poor sister kneeling before me like a slave, that’s right this is your true place, Now drop your angel act, and show me the fox that manipulated everyone”. fox? Manipulated? "yeah, you heard it, you are a manipulated witch, who took away my wealth from me". she stopped and rolled around the place, cooling herself down then continued.

“Hello, good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m Vivian Gabriel and I am your host for tonight We’ve got a unique treat for you: a dancing auction! You will bid on a dancing partner, and the highest bidder will win. All proceeds go to our chosen charity. So, let’s begin! Who would like to start?" Ryan's hand shot up immediately. "Five thousand dollars for a dance with Sophie," he called out, his voice confident while pointing at me. A murmur rippled through the crowd at the opening bid. I felt my cheeks flush, embarrassed by the attention. "Five thousand dollars from the gentleman in the navy suit," Vivian announced. "Do I hear a higher bid?" There was a moment of silence, and just as Vivian w

I stand back as they weave in and out of the clearing. “Laura,” he shouts. “You’re up.” My eyes widened, not expecting to be next. Maxwell appears at my side. “It’ll be okay,” he says, and I glance at his sweaty stomach. “It’s sparring, not actual fighting.” “Right,” I whisper with a nod. “Hey, Alpha Maxwell,” the girl calls over to him. “Nice fight.” Maxwell releases a long breath. “Thanks, Rachel.” Rachel. Rachel? He turns his attention back to me and gives me a quick wink. “You got this.”