Blackfire Robin Novels & Stories

++ {…} ++ Musty, dark, and frigid. It gave me an odd phenomenon of deja-vu, watching the blonde trample about in the dark. I could see the resemblance clearly, as Robin’s brother fumbled about the cage. Though by comparison, it was also easy to see which of the two was more capable. It was hard to believe Robin was the younger one.

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

“My God, what happened to you? I'm sure you're not crying because you remember your parents this time.” Poppy only responded to Rafael with a louder sob. Rafael then led her while holding her hand, searching for a quiet spot to talk. “Cry if you can't hold back your sadness. I will always be there for you.” *** Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Robin's place is becoming increasingly hot... “I will kill you if you try to play with me!” Robin massaged his painful left arm. The woman chuckled, showing no fear of Robin. She wouldn't be this brave in front of a man who is known to be cold and cruel if Dante Luciano hadn't supported her. She also knows that Robin, Dante's successor, runs a large busine

Just glass optics, iron mechanics, and his own eye. "Five contacts," Ren called out, his voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding his system. "Armored Personnel Carriers. 'Rhino' class. Six wheels, reinforced plating, lead-lined against radiation." "That's the Blackwatch," Rook said, stepping up beside him. The old medic racked the slide of a combat shotgun, the sound echoing loudly in the bridge. He looked like a grim specter in his patchwork hazmat gear. "The Ministry's iron fist. They don't use AI targeting because AI can be hacked. They use eyes and fingers. You can't hack a man with a rifle, Ren."

"As long as you can bring Zobber in, I'll give you Flash." Ronin nodded contentedly and left the room. Once he was gone, Finn emerged from the shadows. He had been keeping watch in case Ronin did anything harmful. When Ronin made a move, it would be time to kill him. "Sir, are you sure you want to agree to Ronin's terms?" Finn asked. Black Robe knew Finn's concern, but he didn't care. Even though Finn had sympathy for Flash, he didn't dare to betray him. Black Robe turned and squinted at Finn. "Do you think Zobber is more important than a useless person?"

Kalf wanted to throw up at that moment. “They really are like animals. How could they make love with such an unnatural thing." Kalf is really surprised. Kalf doesn't want to waste time. When Klaf saw that Roberto was going crazy, he took out his revolver from the inside of the jacket he was wearing. With one shot, the Black Cobra bullet went straight through Roberto's body. Because he had put on the silencer, Kalf's shot was completely silent. And to end the game, Kalf also kills the sexy daughter Roberto. Kalf smiled with satisfaction when he saw Roberto dying with the Black Cobra poison that began to creep in his body.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

she cried out, her voice barely audible over the roar of the guns. ​She stepped out from behind the server rack, her silhouette a dark blur in the smoke. She was running toward the crate where Roman was pinned down, her arm outstretched, the small silver drive glinting in the flickering strobe light of the muzzle flashes. ​Arthur Blackwood, blinded by the smoke and his own manic rage, saw a figure rushing toward his target. He saw a dark shape moving through the mist, coming at the spot where he knew Roman was hiding. To Arthur, it wasn't his daughter. It was one of the Ghost’s assassins coming to finish the job.

"This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us." The Russian man, this time replying in English, let out a low, menacing laugh that echoed eerily against the brick walls. "Trust me on this one. He is sure to go all out for about five minutes after he takes it. His body will burn with fake energy, but then the collapse will happen. By the time he wakes up, the game’s up, and you’ve won." The hooded man nodded slowly, a dark smile touching his lips, but then his expression hardened again. "What about the other guy? Ken? He’s equally as good, man. He needs to be taken care of too, or he might ruin the plan."

I turned. “Reserved,” I repeated. “Yes.” She held my gaze with the steady patience of someone who had spent thirty years managing wealthy teenagers and was not easily shaken. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” I looked at the books once more. Criminal law. Forensic evidence. State statutes. Four days. Mae Lawson had been at Blackthorn for four days, and she was already building something. I smiled at Mrs. Pembrook. “No,” I said pleasantly. “Thank you for your help.”