Apprentice Robin の小説・ストーリー

The door opens moments later and I can hear him talking on the phone, "What? No, tell them to hold back the contract until he agrees for 180 billion.....Then Holly and I would have to do it tomorrow.....It's a goddamn remote car, Ben. The Robin is the first thing this country considers a miracle, they'd do whatever it freaking takes to be our sponsors when this hits foreign trade. It's good marketing for them, they can't turn it down......Good. And for Pete's sake, this time, forward me the contract before and after they intend to make any amends. Wonderful." By the time he is done talking, I can feel his presence in the kitchen, his calculated, steady movements before I hear the fridge open

Soon, the Viper’s Den members cleaned up the scene. The injured members were taken to receive medical care. Robin, flanked by his crew, strode to the ninth floor. Taking a seat, Robin took a sip of his drink and looked at Kaze. He said callously, “Am I good enough to recruit you as the deputy chief of the execution hall now?” The Viper’s Den members looked at Kaze enviously. They thought that Robin’s display of strength was to intimidate Kaze into accepting the job. Amazingly, Robin was not upset by Kaze’s silence. He simply asked nicely if Kaze would join his division.

She had to work harder than any other apprentice in order to gain her leader's approval. Longkit, Bramblekit, Marshkit and Newtkit had finally become apprentices. Because there was a shortage of warriors, Russetstar had made Snowstorm a mentor at a very young age. She was mentoring Marshpaw, a young apprentice with what felt like boundless energy. Talonclaw mentored his own son, Bramblepaw. Sleetstorm and Nightclaw got Longpaw and Newtpaw as apprentices.

Robin said politely smiling at me. I like this man. He is very punctual of his work. He is young smart, dashing and very intelligent. He is the highly paid employee of this Building. Almost a millionaire but very down to the earth. "Thank you Mr. Robin" I replied him with the same politeness. "Mention not sir. It's my pleasure to work with you. " he said gently with the same constant smile of his face. I always admire him when he was working for the grandpa. He is a man of his words. Whenever he promised to my grandpa for cracking the deals he did that through his hard work and dedication. He is also a one of the main reason for the success of this Xavier Enterprise.

He does look like a Rob. "And I am Robin" the other says , giving me a perfect smile. I wave at them both and they awwww at me. I can feel that these two are not daddy's - their vibe is different. However , I can not help but think what they great daddy they will both make as they look mature….but apparently, they are far from mature. I watch as they both fight over me. Rob insists on hugging me first , while Robin tries to beat his brother to it. I can not help but laugh at these two immaturity.

Since Robin's dorm was the first one in the hallway I'd explain to her first. I stopped at her door and took a breath. Before I could knock on the door she pulled it open. "May," she greeted with a broad smile on her face while she examined her manicure. "Crap I have a chipped nail. See," she said, showing me the nail. "Robin are you not worried about where Alex is?" I was out of breath. She laughed. "I have to give it to the witch. A spell to keep anything from the forest coming into the school. Very clever girls indeed."

He is a ten in my books. Surprising this was more shocking than the mate finding. "A ten?, Robin said. "You gave a six and a quarter." "When you find your mate, she will give you a ten. Don't stress me." Robin looked at me sulking. I think he had a slight crush on Anabelle. He never said anything though. Caroline and Stephen come downstairs. "He had slipped into a deep, seeming peaceful sleep. Thank you so much Mira. How much do we owe you?"

"If you don't mind making me one." "Of course not." "You want cinnamon rolls too?" "Sugar? Uh, yeah? How could I say no?" Robin snorts. "Glad to see something hasn't changed." Five minutes later, Robin is warming up cinnamon rolls that someone named Addison baked for us. His broad back is facing me. I'm taking the time to check out his rear end, so nervous I have to make a conscious effort not to choke on my hot chocolate.

I guess this few things are enough proof that a man is not a devil in human skin, like Jaxton who would eat me alive of he sees a way to do that. "I’m Robbin, and I work for Zain, if that's what you want to hear.” He said and motioned to one of the sofas in his room. Maybe he is not a random proletariat like I thought. Maybe he is one of them, the mafia. His response was unkind, and that's how mafia do. They put the answer they wish right in your face and watch you drool over their words the way people drool over a parcel of money. “Umm. Nice to meet you, Robbin.” I mumbled.

“I didn’t mean to startle you Miss Kennedy. I am Robin, the house manager.” I blink a couple times and get my temper under control. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. You startled me.” I try to cover up my reaction, but I don’t think Ryker believed me. “Hi Robin, it’s nice to meet you. I was just heading up.” I look over at the stairs and I swear Ryker is smirking like he knows having the brunette on his arm pissed me off. Cocky asshole.