Christopher Robinson

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  • by Christopher Robinson Ashleigh petted Caleb's hair gently. They stayed as they were for just a few minutes. She convinced him to shower with her, and once they were clean and dried off, they got under the covers, and she curled into the curve of his body. She had tried to argue for pajamas, but Caleb insisted on wanting to feel the warmth of her skin against his. In truth, it didn't take much convincing. Caleb enveloped her in his protective embrace. He kissed the back of her neck and held to her as though she would slip away…
  • by Christopher Robinson “There you are,” Ashleigh smiled warmly as Caleb shut the door behind him. He returned her smile and moved to where she sat in the armchair. He leaned forward, kissing the top of her head. “Were you worried about me?” he asked. “No,” she replied, looking up at him with an affectionate gaze. “I knew where you were.” Caleb raised his brows and then narrowed his eyes. He squat down with his arms crossed and resting on her chair. “Do you now?” he asked. “Ashleigh, my love, have you…
  • by Christopher Robinson *** TRIGGER WARNING: DEPICTIONS OF SUICIDE/SELF HARM *** She didn't know how she had left the room, or climbed the stairs, or climbed the building. All she knew was that the noise was lessened here. Above the world below, the noise was almost gone. Looking down, she wondered what she had done so wrong that her life had become what it did. She remembered holding Roman in her arms for that brief moment after she had him. Looking into his fiery eyes and knowing he would either be the light and warmth in…
  • by Christopher Robinson Over the next five months, Irina suffered almost daily attacks. So much so that she was bedridden for her own safety. Her dreams became nightmares. She saw horrible visions of monsters and demons crawling out from the dirt. She saw wars and battles between friends and families. Men, women, and monsters alike all tearing each other apart. Every time she closed her eyes, a new horror awaited her. The nightmares continued even when the seizures finally stopped and the whispers returned. She heard very…
  • by Christopher Robinson While she had slept, Irina had heard something. Something that left a rotting hole in her heart. “You can help her. I know you can,” he growled. His voice sent a painful jolt through her body, but she couldn't move. “You wouldn't have brought me here, shown her to me if there was nothing you could do!” he shouted angrily. Why was Roman here? Was he worried about her? How did he even know? “I just thought you might be concerned about her, that's all,” the other replied. Irina felt an angry…
  • by Christopher Robinson Another two years passed without seeing him. Irina only heard about Roman through the whispered conversations among the other wolves. He had leaned harder into his dark impulses since the day that she had sent him away. On more than one occasion, Holden had used him to gather information from those unwilling to share on their own. There was nothing she could do to stop this or even get word to Roman that she wanted to see him. Her lake, where she found solace and quiet, no longer provided her with the…
  • by Christopher Robinson “Hello,” Irina whispered. He didn’t respond. “Your name is Roman, right?” she asked. “Why don’t you come out?” After a silent moment, the leaves moved, and he made his way out. A black wolf with white tufts. His fiery eyes stood out even more in this form. Irina found him beautiful. “You are a brave wolf,” she said. “Alpha Gorn does not usually allow members of other packs to wander these woods outside their human form.” It was true. Gorn was particularly controlling of his…
  • by Christopher Robinson She had taken to visiting the lake on mornings like this when the fog settled over the water and the cold bit at her skin. There was loneliness in the air. A quiet between the nocturnal animals climbing into their burrows to sleep, and the diurnal creatures just starting to wake. But in this quiet, lonely existence, she could hear something. A hum. A soft, delicate hum like a song being carried on the breeze. It wouldn’t last long, only about a minute, and only on mornings like this. But something…
  • by Christopher Robinson After a few more jokes and a little conversation with Ashleigh, Alice agreed to rest after she called Axel. Ashleigh left the room with a smile as she heard the change in Alice’s voice when Axel picked up the call. There was warmth, a softness in her playful tone as she made light of her health issues and reassured him that she felt fine. She closed the door and found herself leaning back against the wall. She could hear the faint echo of Alice’s laugh. Ashleigh couldn’t believe the difference in…
  • by Christopher Robinson The scans showed no change in the lesions. They were neither improving nor getting worse. Alice’s sudden inability to communicate was likely due to her fear and stress of the situation triggering the side effects of the lesions. The doctor put her in a room to be monitored for a few hours. They also gave her a mild sedative to help calm her down. While Ashleigh took Alice to the hospital, Caleb took the laptop and the flash drive to Nessa for a diagnostic. “Oof… yep. This little guy dropped some…
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