Robin Becomes A Villain Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You are not my son. You are a monster. You don't deserve to live, you deserve to die. I won't let you do anything again. I'm going down with you, I'll warn Kevin and everyone about you. You are a betrayal." Robin paced around the room while his mother ranted. His eyes caught the syringe the doctor prescribed to be given to Annabelle. He picked it up, he looked back at her. She was trying to get out of bed. He took the syringe and stabbed her with it. "Robin... You're evil. You're not going to make it. I promise you... That." She fell on the ground. Robin sighed in relief. He took the remaining dose and poured it in her mouth. He carried her back to the bed.

“What else! Come here.” “Please, Robin, don’t do this to me. Huhu.” Naneth said tearfully. But Robin didn’t stop. He still did it against Naneth’s will. Naneth lost strength. She also had bruises on her arms because of Robin’s tight grip. Naneth suddenly remembered what her uncle Deme had done when she was young. She could do nothing, but she was just crying tears. Robin was too strong. Robin did what he wanted, but it was against her will. She no longer knew what else would happen in her life. She was furious with Robin. She was also angry with herself because she agreed to marry him. She was still struggling, but what she didn’t want to happen still happened. She was crying hard and Robin

I had always had eyes for Damien, I wanted him but he never looked at me even when he satisfy himself with my body, he would cast me out like I'm some piece of trash". "You came from nowhere and he feels hopeless for you leaving me heartbroken and heart filled with hatred for you". "Robin noticed and came with his plans. He also hated Damien but had to pretend as a faithful and loyal servant to gain Damien's trust which he did". "For months, My dear Robin and I had been planning for a day like this to come, when we would take down your stupid husband and take what he cherished the most. finally, luck shone on us and we succeeded".

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

I should’ve told her that we were mates by now. I knew it was wrong to keep it from her. It’s not like I have a problem with her. No, that not it at all. Robin is perfect. Dad. Dad is the problem. He can’t stand weakness and with Robin being an omega, I was afraid he’d insist I reject her.

He gently wiped the blood from my face and held me tight against his chest. "Don't be scared. Even if I die here tonight, I won't let anything happen to you." He set me down. I stared at him, shattered, clawing at the air to hold him back — but my arms were dead weight. I couldn't lift them. [Why is the villainess still clinging to the hero? If it weren't for her, Adrian and the heroine would've already teamed up and handled this.] [Damien is the final boss. In the original plot, the hero and heroine have to work together to defeat him — but this time, why doesn't the heroine have any intention of helping the hero lead at all?]

Ropes of cum painted my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, hot and thick and endless. He smeared it across my face with the head of his cock. Then he leaned down, licked a stripe through his own mess, and kissed it into my mouth, filthy and possessive. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, covered in him, aching so badly between my legs I could barely think. He tucked himself away, calm as anything, and stood. I reached for him, desperate. He caught my wrist, pinned it to the bed. “Brothers don’t fuck their little sisters, Scarlett,” he said softly, cruelly. “And you just earned yourself a week of this pussy staying empty.”