Chopper X Robin Novels & Stories

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.

No matter how incredible Harvey York was, he wouldn’t be able to escape once the Silvas made their move! Just then, someone trotted over to Leon and bowed. “My prince! One of Buckwood's notable gangsters, Chopper Lyon is here!” “Oh? Him? I’ll welcome him myself, then.” Leon’s eyes shone bright for a brief moment. He threw Brent a look of approval, the way Brent settled things was quite efficient. Chopper Lyon was one of those legendary men in Buckwood. It was widely known that Chopper had taken control of a large territory with a long knife. He slaughtered people with just one chop, hence his name, Chopper.

Yennifer roamed her eyes to follow Robin's movement and she's so fast but she didn't know that she had that talent too. Robin was about to swoop above Yennifer's back when her spine turned into spikes. It's too late when Robin's feet landed behind her. She stumbled on the ground with her bloody paws. She cried in agony and Yennifer scoffed against her. Now, it's her time to do the counter-attack. She ran like the hurricanes and begun to raise her claws to scratch Robin's face but someone ran beside her and used his force to throw her from afar. It's Hathorn, the Zeta leader. He rescued Robin and licked her bleeding paws and it's quickly healed.

“There’s no way you thought I would have chosen you as my mate. If I hadn’t met Ivy, it would have definitely been someone else. Someone more…petite. More easy to look at.” Jaxon just shaded me for being chubby. I’ve always known in the back of my mind that he didn’t like chubby girls. His backhanded compliments to me every time were enough clues. It got me obsessed with losing weight. But I never thought he loathed me this much. “You’re too chubby to be my mate. What are my friends gonnathink of me if I take you as my mate? I’m gonna become a laughingstock to them. You think I’m capable of taking such a risk?”

Robin replied while checking his weapons, still unwilling to look at her. “So why are you saying you can't protect me anymore? And why did you suddenly address me by that name? Don't you like my current name?” “You dare to ask so many questions right now.” Gunshots were heard later. Robin refocused on the target board, unwilling to answer any of her questions. “Do you want me to be Stella Valentine and not Popp—” Poppy was surprised when Robin, who was facing the shooting target, turned quickly towards her and kissed her lips. The sound of the gun sliding was heard before Robin placed the gun on the nearby table, which was used to store other shooting equipment.

Walking somewhere they were glad to be walking and had no idea they were going. I saw Robin. Robin, in his chair, wheeling himself along in the middle of the river of them, both hands working the rims, smooth, steady, his oxygen line slipped off and trailing forgotten over one shoulder, his face turned up to the light with all the rest. Robin, who an hour ago, a day ago, I'd lost all track, had brought his hand down on a table like a gunshot and told me he was the one who made the calls. Floating. In a current of bodies.

Then, I pulled the specialized headset and heard Baron asking for clearance from air traffic control for take-off. After getting the nod, the chopper took off. I leaned back on my seat and watched, looking downwards to stare at the Roadster City and the apartment building where Gwen was currently staying. My chest was tight as our altitude increased. It was as if a massive boulder was pressing hard on it, rendering me breathless. Baron nudged me. He did not say anything because the noise made by the chopper wouldn’t allow us to talk. When the chopper landed on the rooftop of Vanguard’s building, and he cut the engine off, Baron turned to me and asked.

I argued. She chuckled briefly, and forced the drink into my mouth. "Robb said that also." I gobbled the contents of the cup hurriedly, and let her lead the way. Robb was always trying to help, even when he didn't need to. I staggered to the dance floor after her, as she forcefully placed my hands on her waist, and then she grabbed my shoulders. "I'm Robin, what's your name?" She screamed loudly over the blaring music. Robin and Robb, wow! He did get it right this time.

Several aircraft, painted in matte forest green, flew in a tight, aggressive formation, their airframes having a cold, metallic sheen—they were unmistakably military choppers! Every camera tilted upward. In that same moment, THWUMP! A thick, black fast-rope slammed down like a serpent, landing precisely a meter from Robin's feet, kicking up bits of grass. A tall, lean figure was already sliding down the rope from the chopper, landing soundlessly with a fluid, almost frightening efficiency. Right behind him, multiple ropes dropped from the surrounding helicopters, and a dozen other equally agile figures descended in unison—knees bending, rising—a perfectly choreographed landing.