Enies Lobby Robin Novels & Stories

We invited you, right? Robin smiled. ''Oh – I was totally ill, remember... I could still recall...” ''Nope... You were just perfectly right...'' Steffan entered the conversation effortlessly, avoiding himself from being so affectionate with Karlisle, for the older guy knew that Robin knew nothing about their relationships. ''So… What wind brought you here, Robin?'' Robin roamed his eyes around the room. "Well, it was just that I needed some help in my –'' Robin's eyes suddenly caught the view of the lube bottle on the table and he picked it up, while looking at it curiously.

said Eddy and walked towards the elevator. Ryan who was busy trying to cook a lie, so that he could leave for the forest, in puzzlement walked behind Eddy. He was still not able to come up with the lie. As they got to the parking lot, suddenly Robin called out, “CEO Eddy…” Eddy turned towards Ryan and instructed, “start the car, I am coming.” Ryan nodded his head and walked away. “I am really sorry. I still want this deal to happen,” Robin still tried to convince him.

“Clara, go back to your room and protect Michael. If Robin’s here, it’s likely he’s come for your son.” But Clara stood her ground, her voice resolute. “No. I need to talk to him. Michael is my son, and I won’t let Robin interfere any longer.” The meeting room was tense as Clara entered, finding Robin waiting for her. He stood with his hands in his pockets, exuding an air of confidence that only fueled Clara’s anger. “What do you want, Robin?” she demanded. “I’ve made it clear I’m not coming back to you.” Robin smirked, his tone infuriatingly calm. “I’m here to ensure Michael’s future. He deserves the best, and that’s me—not Daniel.”

"Hand over Kayla." Lily acted like she was in charge, but everyone froze. Even Bryson, all smug a second ago, dropped his gaze. He knew exactly where those bodyguards came from—and what it meant that Robin was Eastwood Corp's CEO. He never planned to tick her off unless things got desperate. "Wait, that's her? Robin Eastwood—the iron-blooded CEO from Seaport? She's legend. I heard she got invited to this party, but I thought it was just gossip."

I raised my brows, waiting for a response as the three of them turned to look at me. “You see the leader of the BHDS group,” Lukas pointed. “He was Robin’s friend in the States.” I furrowed my brows Just how many people does Robin Hiesten know? First was Hinn Carlos and now BHDS group leader. “Robin told him to host his concert here that there were a lot of people who would love to see him perform and since he also graduated from our school,” Nicholas added. “I heard he helped convince their agent, Robin has potential, I must say.”

He just stood there and didn't press the button again. “I beg you, sir...” Poppy's voice became hoarse as she sobbed. Robin didn't respond. They just looked at each other as the elevator doors began to close. Poppy shook her head and shed tears. “I still want to be your wife, Mr. Robin...” Robin caught Poppy's soft voice before the elevator door closed. He immediately squeezed his left chest before slowly staring at his reflection in the elevator mirror wall. “What the hell is this?” Robin Luciano was startled to see his own face as red as a ripe tomato.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Smith. Mr. Lee is our VIP. I will handle this fairly and seek justice for you.” Robin Lobe was a middle-aged baldie with an unkind face. He cocked his head back and stared grimacingly at Kaze, sizing him up. “Sir, no one starts trouble at St. Mary’s and gets away with it. “May I know who you are? Your behavior is unacceptable.” He may look tough and rough around the edges. However, Robin was a skilled manipulator to assess Kaze beforehand. “Don’t waste your breath, Mr. Lobe!”

Robin replied smoothly. "You were already holding one for the wedding. Adding ‘Liam survived' seemed efficient." "You planned this," Murphy said flatly. Robin only smiled, wineglass in hand, an arm around Vicky as he wandered off. Vicky shot him a sideways glance. "Careful. Father won't be pleased if he finds out you did this on purpose." "As long as neither of us says anything," Robin said smugly, draining his glass, "I could turn black into white even if Father were standing right here."

Then they just stared at each other, as if their ability to converse had just disappeared. "Well." Robin cleared her throat. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. "Robin Hanna." She held out her hand across the table. She had one moment of panic, wondering if she should have told him her name. Then she gave a mental shrug. She'd just have to believe Jonas when he assured her the Russians had no idea where she was. "Trey DeMarcus." He took her hand and enveloped it in his warm one. "Nice to meet you, Robin Hanna. Is that Robin with an i or a y?"

Almost immediately, Enrique and Diane entered. "Man, you've gotta go for that dinner," Enrique insisted. “How long have you both been standing out there” he asked with a suspicious smirk "Long enough to know she obviously wants you to go. Cut her some slack," Diane chimed in. "I have business to handle that day," Robins replied stoically. "Oh, please," Enrique said, rolling his eyes. "You mean the Gray Mob?" "Yeah, those guys are getting on my nerves," Robins admitted. "Hey, man," Enrique said, placing a reassuring hand on Robins' shoulder.