Robin Captured Novels & Stories

She knew it was her guard, her gaze fell upon the tunnel, its familiar look echoing the route the shadow assassin had taken her on the night she attempted to escape with her. She struggled to move her bound hands and legs, but they were secured tightly. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her desperate attempts to cry out for help. If only she had played it safe, she might have deceived him long enough to alert Mateo, a feeling of regret washed over her finally realizing how her emotions had clouded her judgment making her act desperately and once more she is the victim. With a surge of energy, she moved wildly, trying to make her captor lose balance but his grip remained unyielding. His firm gra

Robin was confused for a second. “Can you fight them?”. “I can!”. “We have the boxes and you secured altogether. We have nothing to fear.” After some minutes, all the three of the men from Gray’s side were tied inside the room altogether and Robin and his group managed to get out the boxes without any problems. “But,” Robin comments, turning to Chris. Chris gave an puzzled face. “Who gave you the idea of burning the handkerchiefs to make an bait?”. Chris chuckled. “That’s…..”.

Kaz gritted his teeth. “Believe me; this drink will be of substantial use to you in the Birmingham cold.” Robin's thirst cut Kaz like a sword. Robin took off his coat and moved closer to Maha. Although he had no hair on his head, he had intellect. His strong facial expressions and big mustache would scare the enemy. “If you don’t come into my life, I will never know this fact. I realized how terrible loneliness is after meeting you.’ He ​​moved closer to her, one arm around her back and pulled her closer. Seeing his eyes she crushed her resistance and he held her down.

Her sudden appearance caught us both off guard, and we turned to face her, our conversation abruptly interrupted. "Robin," I began, but she held up a hand to stop me. "No, I want to hear it from Heather," she said, her gaze fixed on Heather. "Start talking. Snake!" Robin spat out the word like venom, her eyes blazing as she glared at Heather. "We don't need you here. You can leave." Heather looked taken aback, but she quickly regained her composure. "Please, Robin," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Just give me a chance."

At the same time I was aware of their scents and it was already starting to have an affect on me, my body rebelling against my own mind. "Give her back. You can't do this. You've no proof and no reason to take her when she's said she wants to stay." Icaan lunged to grab me, but the commander reached out with some kind of rod and instantly Icaan's body jolted and he fell to the floor, stunned. I yelled and yelled and pulled my new captors every which way I could, but a moment later the vile man brought the same rod toward me. "Hold her still," he commanded, but I immediately stopped struggling.

I could feel her fury mirroring mine, wild and desperate. “You’ll never own me,” I whispered, even as my voice trembled. “Not my mind. Not my soul.” His thumb brushed under my eye, wiping away a tear I hadn’t felt fall. “We’ll see,” he replied calmly. “Time is very persuasive.” He straightened, turning his back on me as if I were already decided, already claimed. “Take her to the lower cells,” Raymond ordered. “The isolated ones.” He paused. “And bring the woman who was captured with her to the healers. She is to be treated well. Guarded and fed.”

He was building something. An empire written in blood. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked, even as part of me screamed not to trust her, not to trust anyone in this gods-forsaken place. Elena pressed the bundle into my hands. It was surprisingly heavy. "Because you're not the first royal he's captured. But you're the first one who's still alive after the first night." Ice flooded my veins. "What happened to the others?"

I imagined the sound of birds singing and the rustle of leaves beneath my feet. But as I stood there, lost in the tranquility of the scene, I felt Massimo's presence behind me. I sensed his eyes on me, watching me, and my heart sank. I was trapped, a prisoner in this beautiful mansion, surrounded by the silence and solitude of the forest. How big is this forest exactly? I am sure I saw a road last time I tried to escape, so it must not be too far from civilization. All I have to do is get further than I went before. Maybe I could escape through this window ". I turned away from the window, my eyes meeting Massimo's. He was watching me, a small smile playing on his lips, and I knew that I was

So doing what he wanted and when he wanted it was the best way to avoid getting hurt and surviving until whenever this would be over. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts just as the curtains flipped open from behind me. Then I turned around to see it was Mr Rover, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his new look. He was dressed in a white tuxedo that looked like it was perfectly tailored for him, and he had his hair all swept to the back. He looked so alluring that for a moment, I forgot he was holding me hostage and I found my heart racing faster the closer he walked toward me.

She took one last look at the gun which Roberto held in an extended arm. She then turned to look at me and walked past. I turned to look and saw that she was walking to the door. The guards at the door looked to me for approval to hold her and I responded with a nod. They held her as soon as she got to the door. "Let go of me," she screamed as she struggled. Vincenzo stood up to speak but I held up my fingers. "You cannot keep-" "Shut up Vincenzo, your opinion is not needed."