Rob Lowe As Sodapop Curtis Novels & Stories

When loves find its way in a very strange odd, all we do is accept or reject that feeling of inner peace. In a place where racism is rampant, Camilla join forces with Rob to help other race in Alameda and at the same time trying not to fall for her boss. Will she fight the feelings?Or Will she get entangled two men she cares about?

My wife, Christine Leigh, forced me to the brink of death all for her first love, Henry Carson. To give him a liver transplant, she sent me to the surgery table. I told her I had cancer and that the doctors had advised against the surgery. She just looked at me with an undisguised contempt, "Jason Lowe, stop with your petty tricks. Don't forget, you owe our family your life!" I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. I never left the surgery table.

Alayasia Grim is the Beta female of the Mystic Wolves Pack, married to Maxim Grim, and they have a 6-year-old daughter named Zara. Things look good on the surface, but the truth is that Alayasia is nothing more than Maxim's bed warmer. She was given to him by her father and has been stuck since. Maxim hates her and hates their child. On top of that, Alayasia is keeping a big secret from everyone about herself. Will she ever escape her sad existence? What happens when she comes across Houston Lowe, the Beta of the Ironside Pack?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Tanya Lowe is a beautiful and shy eighteen year old high school senior on scholarship who has had a crush on Derek for as long as she can remember. Being from a poor home puts Tanya at a disadvantage as Derek is the hottest guy in her class with a mean girlfriend, Sheila. While she struggles to confess her feelings for Derek, Tanya encounters a lot of setbacks as Colby Tanner, a wealthy billionaire has his sights set on her. Tanya turns down Colby's generous offer of being his bed warmer but as events unfold, she finds herself reconsidering her decision and falling for his charms. What happens when a misunderstanding leads Tanya into the clutches of a dangerous gangster who doubles as a pimp?

My twin sister died on her 18th birthday. She died of respiratory failure in a dark corner of a hotel after being raped. Her dearest friend, Joanne Lowe, whom she always cared for and supported, turned around and anonymously spread photos of my sister being raped. I then slowly ruined the face which had so badly wanted to replace my sister with a knife. With blood everywhere, I cradled Joanne's face as if it were a piece of art and said, "My beloved sister is gone, and you people who harmed her won't be let off so easily."

I spent a year starving for a man who wouldn't touch me. Then his father and brother decided to feast. Rob called me a slut when I begged him to fuck me. Made me feel worthless for craving his hands on my body. Then he let another woman suck his cock right in front of me—and told me she did it better. I should have left. But I followed him to his family's private island in Italy instead. That's where I met them. Victor Marchetti. Rob's father. Silver hair, ice-blue eyes, and a body built for sin. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. When his hand touched the small of my back, I felt it between my thighs. Dante. The older brother. Dark, dangerous, and built like he could break me apart with his bare hands. One look from those black eyes and I was wet. One word from that deep voice and I was ready to drop to my knees. I tried to resist. Tried to remember I had a boyfriend sleeping down the hall. But they hunted me. Cornered me. Made me admit what my body had been screaming for. When they finally took me—both of them, at the same time, claiming every hole, every sound, every desperate whimper—I understood what I'd been missing. Victor's hand around my throat while Dante buried himself so deep I couldn't breathe. Two men who didn't just want me. They needed me. Owned me. Ruined me for anyone else. Rob made me beg for scraps. His father and brother made me scream their names.

On the night before our wedding, my fiancée's ex-boyfriend lost in three rounds of Truth or Dare. Round One was Truth. He had to confess the most intimate thing he'd ever done with the opposite sex. Rob Ross shot me a wink. "That scar on Dorothy's thigh? I accidentally bit her there." Round Two was Truth again. He had to reveal a secret no one else in the room knew. He blushed a little. "When Dorothy was fast asleep, I took care of her physical needs for her." Round Three was Dare. He had to kiss a lady in the room for a full ten seconds. Without hesitation, he turned and kissed my fiancée, Dorothy Bryant. Dorothy froze for a moment, then held the back of his head and kissed him back. As the room watched in shock, she pulled Rob behind a screen, and they proceeded to entwine passionately, oblivious to the stares. The entire room fell into a stunned, suffocating silence. Every pair of eyes swiveled toward me. They all braced for an explosive outburst. But when the pair finally emerged from behind the screen, still lost in each other, I was the first to break the tension by clapping enthusiastically. "Such being the case, why not make him the groom tomorrow?"

It is 9:00 pm, and a soft glow still lights the master bedroom on the Lowe residence's second floor. "Helena, there's only a month left before the marriage agreement ends. Once it's up, I'll go ahead and arrange the fake death." Sitting at her vanity, Bianca Lane types the message and sends it to her mother-in-law, Helena Johnson. A reply comes back almost instantly. "Bianca, you've worked so hard these past ten years. You've taken such good care of Sebastian and even gave birth to a child for our family. "To me, you've always been my daughter-in-law. Why not just forget about the agreement?" Reading the message, Bianca unconsciously tightens her grip on her phone before quickly typing her response. "No, Helena. Let's just stick to the agreement."

I've been in a three-year relationship with Rosalie Lowe so far. Alas, she's been nothing but courteous toward me due to the fact that she hates physical contact. But on my birthday, I witness the noble and cold-looking girlfriend of mine kissing and hugging another man passionately. Only then do I realize that Rosalie just hates me all this time. At that moment, I decide to set her free and let her stay with the man she truly loves. But Rosalie appears at my wedding and begs me to give her another chance. I just shake my head coldly. "I find women who have gotten tainted by other men filthy."

It was our seventh year of marriage when my husband, Joseph Lowe, brought my best friend, Teresa Shaw, to my ward. And they were the picture of a perfect couple. I gave them my most genuine blessing. "You two make the perfect match." Joseph tossed an agreement in my face. An asset transfer. He demanded that I give Teresa everything I had. I took the papers and signed my name without wasting a moment to think. Teresa laughed happily, pleased with my obedience. She then hugged Joseph and said, "Thanks for taking care of Joseph for me, Selina. Oh, there's the divorce papers, too. How about…" I noticed the look of impatience in Joseph's eyes, so I snatched the papers from Teresa's hand. "Yeah, I'll sign them all."