Novels by Golddust Roberts

Jack shook his head, and said, "What the fuck? I didn't say that. You don't even know Bianca." Belle threw her head back for a while and pointed at him, "I got you good. I was teasing!" Jack sighed, his confusion fading away. She leaned in, her breath warm against Jack's ear as she whispered, "You seem tense." She muttered, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Don't worry about anything, baby. You're safe with me." Jack's heart raced as he looked into her eyes, captivated by their intensity. In this moment, she was offering him comfort in the most unexpected way. "Why do you look so startled?" She asked, looking closely into his eyes. "Nothing...you just reminded me of her." He said, shaking off the memory of Bianca's brutal murder, "She used to tell me the exact same words." "What words?" She asked warmly, breathing onto his neck. " 'You seem tense'. Those words." He said, peering briefly into her opened laptop. As Belle moved closer, his worries began to fade away. He felt a s

Jack inched closer to her, his hands clasped tightly together as he recounted the unsettling events that had been unfolding in his life. Belle listened intently, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "You need my help?" She asked silently. "Yes, babe. I received a warning from my stalker sometimes ago," Jack said, his voice filled with unease. "They told me to leave what belonged to them alone. But I have no idea what they're talking about. I haven't taken anything from anyone." Belle leaned forward, her expression serious. "That's puzzling," she said, tapping her fingers on the table. "It seems like this person is trying to intimidate you into silence, but their motive is unclear. Have you made any enemies recently, or stumbled upon any sensitive information that could have triggered this?" Jack racked his brain, trying to think of any recent events that could have led to him being stalked by a wanted criminal. "I can't think of anything," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "I

Once he was gone, she slipped her phone out of her bra, and brushed some blood off her face. There was no point showing this part of her to the world; it was dangerous for her as well. "I will deal with you, Louis O Cornell. Once I'm done sucking you dry, I am gonna kill you with my bare hands." She muttered to herself, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her head was hanging hard, and her heart thumped in her chest. She gripped her phone tightly, making sure it doesn't slip out of her shaky fingers. Her breaths were coming in short gasps as she fumbled to dial Jack's number. She had never been so helpless in her life. Fine, she wasn't afraid of him. She was only afraid of the fact that if she wasn't careful, he could ruin her before she got a chance to. "Jack," she whispered into the phone, tears streaming down her face. "I need you right now..." "Belle? Are you okay?" Jack's voice was urgent. "No, I'm outside my house... I can't move, I'm hurt," Belle's voice broke. "He came back...he

"What the fuck? You don't tell me what to do, Belle," The voice came from the other end of the line, "I tell you what to do instead. Don't try to twist things now." Belle brought the phone to her other ear and sucked in some breath. "I am warning you again. Do not touch him." She muttered, gritting her teeth and drumming her fingers on her thighs. "Or what?" He asked, his tone getting gruffer by the minute. Belle rested her back on the washing machine, peered through the window before bringing her voice to a hush, "Leave him the fuck alone or be ready to face the music." The man from the other end chuckled softly, and with a sarcastic tone, he asked, "What are you going to do? Report me to the cops? Come on, Belle, we both know you can never do that, not after everything..." "Shut up, motherfucker." Belle fired back at him, dropping one of the spray bottles in the process. "He fucks you real good, doesn't he?" He muttered back, chuckling at his own words. "You know what? Why don't I c

Jack's heart skipped a beat as Belle walked through the door. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, and now she was finally here. He tried to hide the unease in his voice as he greeted her. "Hey, where have you been?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. "Out for a walk." She responded, but there was a shopping bag in her hands. "Sleep well?" She asked, deliberately avoiding his gaze, "I didn't think you would be up by now." "What do you mean?" Jack tried to reach for her, but she flinched. "I mean...you slept late, so I thought you'd be asleep for much longer. Hope you are feeling better?" She said, pulling out some bottles of spray from her shopping bag. She still hasn't looked at him by now. Jack pinched the space between his eyebrows and swallowed. "Can you at least look at me, Belle? I feel like I offended you last night." She lifted her gaze to meet his, immediately his words tumbled out of his mouth, "Offend me? What could you possibly do to offend me, babe?" She

A stack of old clothes were kept in there, and Jack sneezed twice in only a minute of being in there. "Who is there?" He muttered, switching on the lights. He sniffed around carefully, but there was no one in sight. Just pure silence. He stumbled upon a red hood lying on the laundry basket. It was lying on top of several other old-looking clothes. He bent down to pick it up because it looked eerily familiar. His eyes widened as he examined it closely, noticing a tear on the left side and a trace of blood on the edge. "I have seen this somewhere." He thought. "His mind spun with questions as he tried to recollect where he had seen that red hood. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, and his heart leaped into his throat as he realized that Belle was awake and had entered the laundry room. He quickly turned around, hiding it behind him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion that clouded his mind. "Oh Belle, you are up?" He smiled, moving an inch closer to her, still with his