His Robe For Mine Novels & Stories

I quickly slip the flash into my pocket. “It seems you have a thing with my mum.” Rob smiles broadly, placing a basket of fruit on the table, pecking his Mum’s forehead “I’m just doing my job” “That’s so nice of you “ he says graciously, sexy and sleek in his grey tuxedo. Dark hair all combed neatly. “Thought I would see you around. Bought you this, for treating my mum like she was family. She told me about you “He hands me a charm bracelet I admire it as I wear it and thank him

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

Right now, I didn’t want to hear myself for fear of missing something. “I know you don’t love the title of Omega but I only wish to help you see that it's a good thing. Let me help you embrace it,” he said, as he held up a really soft robe. It was cream colored and I immediately ran my fingers over it. I pulled the sleeve to my face and rubbed it, making a moan of satisfaction. Is any of this even real? A dream? An illusion? “If you want to get out of that wet suit,” he said, holding it up to drape over my shoulders.

I said flatly. He looked at me in question. “You're insane.” “Perhaps. But at least I'm charming and roguishly handsome.” “You look like a lunatic in a garbage bag.” “It's a cloak,” he snapped, scowling and loosening the cowl. The robe dripped shadows as he removed it. Without warning, he threw it at me. I caught it and gasped. It was slick like water and downy soft; layers of it seemed to glide through my fingers. Streamers of smoke rose from its edges as I ran my hands through the strange raiment, gaze lingering on it as it gleamed blue-black in the moonlight, just like a raven's wing.

But I have very little regard for Cian. She did get me a robe. A fluffy white one with the hotel's logo engraved in gold on the hem. I put it over my body and felt safer. Something about the soft material made me feel comforted. Like I was being hugged by clouds. I slipped the bottle into the pocket of the robe "I'm ready," I announced. I was taken to Cian, like a lamb to the slaughter. As the doors opened, I was filled with the urge to turn and run away. Forget all about his crazy plan and never come back.

Moreover, the robe was made from the fur of our ancestors and was regarded as precious. I watched as he donned a similar robe, his face devoid of emotion; gone was the man who had gone down on his knees some hours ago and gave me an earth-shattering orgasm with his mouth. And after that made me scream like I didn’t think it was possible. “No matter what happens, you have to promise that you will be safe,” I finally said, giving up on trying to read his mind or forcing him to talk. “Hmmm,” Ronan pulled me into a tight hug.

Then I pulled out a white robe myself. “If the rule is the reason she was thrown into a dungeon,” I said, “then I will be the first to break it.” Kael's eyes widened. “Go.” He bowed and left. I slipped the white robe over my clothes and fastened it at the waist. The fabric fell heavily around me, its colour almost mocking against the mourning clothes surrounding it. I stepped into the corridor. Grace and Martha were standing nearby. Grace's eyes widened the moment she saw me. “Asher?”

The moment he steps out of the car, tall and broad in that fitted black suit, I spin around and rush to my closet. My pulse races as I search for something to wear. Something… sexier. Something that’ll immediately change his mind even if he tries to prove stubborn again. I bite back a triumphant smile as my eyes land on my favorite black satin robe. It’s got a deep V-neck that’s sure to expose most of my cleavage, with soft fabric that clings to my skin, and slits up the sides that expose just enough thigh to drive him insane. A grin curls on my lips as I slip it on. It drapes perfectly over my body, teasing more than it hides.

Robin said, wiping the rogue’s blood on his leg. “What?” Robin stripped the rogue’s armor off his body and pushed them at me. I pulled the armored vest over my head. The blood from the rogue’s throat had already soaked through the front of it. Robin covered his hand in blood and wiped it over my arms. I jerked away in disgust. “What are you doing?” I asked. Robin grabbed me by the shoulder to keep me in place. “Stay still.” He continued smearing it on my arms and on my chest.

After saying that, she waved her hand, "Bring the robe I prepared." Before everyone's eyes, she draped the robe over Emma. The robe was light and warm, made of pale pink silk, embroidered single plum blossoms in gold thread, and black thread coloring cloud patterns. It was lined with white chinchilla fur, making it look very cozy. Emma gently touched it and found that it was old clothes inside, clearly indicating that Luna Sandra wanted to raise her profile in front of everyone, especially exchanging old dresses for the favor of someone. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother."