Apprentice Robin Novels & Stories

Working late into the night until she became so pale Robyn tore herself away from our bed to take her best friend out onto the cliffs for a distraction. Four years on Corbin remains a machine. Short dark hair, grey eyes, sharp all black clothes. Never changing. So focused, finger on every single beat and pulse in the pack. He hasn’t needed much guidance from myself. I have been there to advise the bridges, the warrior selection and new buildings. Practical matters I can lose myself in before returning exhausted, not only to my gorgeous dancer, but to my beautiful children. They search my pockets for carvings, knowing a piece for Artem’s toy carriage or a bird whistle for Lucy will appear if

Luke gently patted Summer's head. Unlike Henry, he didn't need any persuading to leave. He opened the car door and got in the car. All the while, Summer stood downstairs, watching as Luke and Henry drove off. Then, she turned to look at Robin, who was standing stiff as a post. "Mr. Cohen, are you seriously choosing to slack off like this? You left your cushy job as an executive at a big company just to babysit me? Are you sure you want this?" Robin replied firmly, "You're the future CEO. I'll be living downstairs, and I won't get in your way."

I smiled. "Yeah. Your Robin Sir!" He quoted the word sir in the air, laughing lightly. "You know Kiara, when Robin joined me, he was just 21, a fresh graduate looking for a good job to kick start his career. And I'm sure with his amazing grades and skills he would have easily got placed anywhere in the bigger companies, yet the man happily decided to be a part of my sprouting plan when I reached out for him. Although I told him that I wouldn't be able to give him the pay cheque he deserves at least until the company doesn't get up to a bar, that young man still agreed by saying that he has full faith in me that the company will soon reach heights." He paused again, looking at his feet and lo

And he can't do anything about it ! Robin looked a little sloppy compared to his usual appearance , his hair was let loose , dropping down to his waist , his hands folded in front of him , similar to his father and elder brother, his left eye was twitching as well , if Rogue wasn't the crown prince and throne to the heir , he would have thrown him out of their mansion . What in the world was he thinking, do he still think that he will let her have his little sister ? He must be dreaming .

I asked, out of curiosity. "I'm Robin. And I think you're more curious about what's going on, now. Well, I am a professional werewolf trainer. I mean, I discovered werewolves at a young age and I was really interested in them, so I decided to learn about them and now, I train any that comes my way. I can help you, if you want." He said as he handed his contact card over to me.

We settled into our seats, and Rose poured wine for all of us despite it being barely noon. So, she said, looking at me directly. Tell me about yourself, Robin. What do you do? I'm a contractor. Painting, renovations, restoration work. Mostly residential, some commercial. Christopher says you're very talented. I do good work. She smiled. “Modest. I appreciate it.” Her eyes shifted to Christopher. “Maybe you could learn from that.” “Grandma,” Christopher said, a note of caution in his voice. “What? I’m simply observing.” She lifted her wine glass and sipped. “Robin, tell me how did you meet my grandson?”