Robin Captured Novels & Stories

She approached me still holding Michael tightly, intending to end us. But Robin surprisingly seized the opportunity to strike. With a swift motion, he crept up behind Gina, his hand finding place around her throat. In one quick motion, his blade silenced away Gina’s laughter off her throat, his grip tightening until her struggles ceased and her body fell limp in his grasp. With a sense of finality, he released her lifeless body, his eyes dark with rage. As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, Robin turned to me with a weary smile, his arm still stained with blood from the wound inflicted by Gina’s blade.

Robin grinned with satisfaction, as well as his wife and daughter; they couldn't wait to see Lerina in the warehouse. Brakk Robin forced open the barn door with the sound of the door being supported from outside. Ha ha ha ha "Apparently not difficult to get, hahahaha!" Robin couldn't hold back her laughter. He was so happy. Soon he will become the legal owner of his late brother's company. Lerina blinked; she woke up and found herself tied up, then she looked ahead. There have been three people who had kicked him out before. Lerina quickly mastered the situation; she had been kidnapped and tied up.

I know he’s right but fucking hell I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to tell her parents. When we arrive at the cottage, or cabin since it’s so far out of the city and out in the middle of nowhere. I when I walk in, it’s a mess. Justin’s dead on the floor in a pool of what I assume his own blood. And Skylar is fighting off two guards keeping her away from my daughters. Hallie spots me first and runs over to me. I drop to my knees and pull her into my arms. I stand with her in my arms.

The Wood Domain burned fiercely. Robin was overwhelmed with shock, and blood began to trickle from his mouth. His body was staggering. The crystal glass that Michelle held fell to the floor with a loud crash. It shattered into pieces. She was in a daze. One minute later, all the effects of the Dragon's Safehaven faded. Wilbur landed on the floor slowly. He sneered coldly and said, "You want to fight me? You're not even close to my level." Robin spewed a mouthful of blood. His body was revealed in a corner, and he collapsed with a pale face, unable to get up.

"She used some kind of magic to make you see her as your mate. To make you think you still care for her. Believe me, Patrick. She is nothing more than a trickster. She is playing with you, manipulating you. And she will go on to hurt us. I will not stand by and watch. Let me take care of this, Patrick, if you cannot." It is difficult to think amid all the noise of my rogues' whispers. "Take care of this? How?" "Execute her," says Robin, with finality. The rogues around me murmur their approval. I look away from Robin. My heart is racing. Execute her? It is too much. "That's barbaric," I say. "And unnecessary." Robin scowls at me. He doesn't like it. "Are you prepared to tell them that?" He p

Robin's roar exploded in the cathedral. He lunged, a flash of silver glinting in the light. Screams erupted from the pews. But someone was faster. Dante had moved the instant Robin made his move. CRACK! A clean, sharp snap of bone. Robin's wrist bent at an unnatural angle. The gun clattered to the marble floor before he could even touch the trigger. In the next second, Robin was slammed face-down, his cheek pressed against the cold stone, pinned and powerless.

He vaulted over the boards, swept me up, and spun me around three times. "Quinn! We won!" He set me down, cupped my face in both hands, and, in front of the thousands of spectators, shouted. "Quinn! I'll follow your tactics, and from now on you can boss me around too. Deal?" The whole place erupted in roof-raising whoops and screams. Blake led the charge with a wolf whistle. It was an intensely romantic, intensely thrilling moment. Everyone thought I'd nod through my tears. But I didn't.

I followed him silently, not having any strength left in me to fight as the pit of my despair sank lower the longer I took in my surroundings. High walls surrounded what part of the property I could see, with abundant hedges and stonework forming a kind of maze to trap whoever wasn't familiar with the layout. And if those weren't enough, the armored guards stationed almost everywhere were enough to stall any of my chances of escape. I was truly and thoroughly trapped here. “Nikolai, please. Who are you? How does my father owe you money? What is the meaning of all of this?” I asked, stopping before I walked through the giant wooden front doors.

He's faster than I thought. I was about to fly into the air, but I forgot I couldn't do that here, or I'd risk being exposed. Ah, am I cornered now? Should I face him? Gulp. This is sooner than I expected. "R-Robin Golden!" The hooligans look terrified. "We... we didn't touch her! Please have mercy!" They were trembling and sweating bullets as they backed away. I raise an eyebrow. Is Robin that terrifying in their eyes?

The things people couldn’t see or hear was what intrigued her the most. “Well good morning young Robin.” Rosalie smiled happily as she watched the beautiful Robin float down to an area in front of her. She had stopped her motion forward to give it time and sure enough it pulled out a slimy brown worm that wiggled in its orange beaks. His bright red chest told her it was male to which she assumed the worm was for his mate. He ruffled his grey feathers and flew away. She smiled happily thinking and hopping one day she would be able to find that to. A man that would protect her from anything but would love her like she was a porcelain doll.