Robbie Reyes Shield Novels & Stories

He nodded and sat on it. "Why are you wearing a mask?" Robbie pointed his finger at his mask. "Robbie," He said with warning. Robbie shrugged his shoulders, "I wanna see the face behind this mask." He simply said. He shook his head, still staring at him silently. Robbie raised his one hand in surrender, "My wife is also part of this family." He said. He shot his brows at his younger brother, "She knows self-defense. And it's not about your wife. Amiya needs someone to protect her closely." He set his jaw as a stone and glowered at him, "Don't make anything hard. Let him do his job."

Ryan answers all while giving Alberto an evil glare. "We already have extra guards checking out the area as we speak," Shane says before I can even open my mouth, and that right there is one of the many reasons why he is my Beta. "Good job, Beta." He nods his appreciation as he stands back against the wall next to Robbie and I move over to the wall next to Ryan.

Not proof. Proof would be a miracle at this point. Outside the office door, I hear someone burst into tears. Probably one of the interns who’s been doomscrolling the headlines about Rosemary’s so-called ‘corporate collapse.’ I swallow the rising panic. Officer Raymond continues, “Now, between us, something else has come up. Word in the department is that Vanessa Abrams… has been shielded before.” My pulse stutters. “Shielded how?” “By Maximilian Edwards.” The room tilts.

“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.

“…Useless!!…all of you!!…What use that I got for paying millions of dollar to hire you and your hundreds of security..if you can’t even protect me?!!…Look at my leg!!…You Stupid Idiot!!!..…”. (Jonathan Reyes)

The ball flew… right at Ryan who had bent down to pick up his phone that had fallen. Everyone screamed as Jeremy made a mad dash towards his mate. Of course, the deadly fireball got to an oblivious Ryan first. Just as he straightened up in his chair, ready to ask what all the screams was about, Ryan saw the fireball right in his face. He gasped and froze. But shockingly, the ball never touched him. It merely bounced harmlessly against him and then disappeared to the shock of Ryan and every other person in the room. Everyone was quiet…frozen with terror and shock. Ryan looked down at himself in stunned silence. He sure as hell didn’t know he had a protective shield. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh

- Phil John Carl stands immediately and rushes to Phil "what items did you make now?!"- John Carl Phil quickly place a huge box on the table and opens it he shows a large shield with a shape of an inverted triangle that had an amazing aura, its color was purple with an outline of red and unlike the scale of the DARUGA it was more prettier and shinier "This shield is for Uncle Bobby, he usually doesn't use a barrier for himself so that I'll make a durable shield for yourself defense"- Phil

Rector replied, putting his hand up and smiling, he had always loved watching the Bohl play shield ball, ever since he was young, he would sneak out just to come and watch them play. Now that Rex had the ball and was making for the opposing teams hoop, his captain grunted something and a large teammate came to his side, “Me help prince make hoop!” he yelled, holding his shield up and bashing a smaller opponent away that was attempting to block Rex’s advance. “Ok!” Rex said with a smile, he felt better having someone there to soak up any damage they might try and inflict on him, he was only 20 feet from the hoop when two opposing Bohl crashed into Rex’s shield mate, he could hear the crunch o

I asked again. It's also surprising because I know somehow that the family of Mr. Reyes was affected because he was hit by Cristiano last night. "He has recovered, and tomorrow he can be interviewed. I already defended myself with the help of Liam, so I was not charged," he said. I nodded and breathed a sigh of relief because I didn't want him to have any more problems just because he saved me last night.

It was a message from an unknown number—a grainy photo of Silas walking down the dark road, a red laser dot centered perfectly between his shoulder blades. The text below it was simple: The deal covers the Shield, Elena. It doesn't cover his accidents. Sign the papers, or we finish what Arthur started.