Robin Clement Novels & Stories

I interrupted him that made him shocked. Robin is Damian's butler in the palace and acts as his assistant in his businesses as well as Leonard del Fuego. As far as I can remember, he is also the one who is beside Damian while trying his hardest to win me back. In short, he is a very helpful person of Damian. "Y-yes, Lady C-Cherrie." He seems to have difficulty in calling me with this name but, I also am aware in the difficulty to call my full first name.

Once the guests were gone, Henry turned grim. "What on earth is going on? Robin, find the person who changed Summer's birthday video at once. I don't care what the mastermind's goal is. I'll make whoever it is pay for ruining my precious Summer's 18th birthday party!" "Yes, Mr. Hartford Senior!" Robin Cohen, a hulking man with a fearsome expression, replied. Henry had brought Robin back from a human trafficking ring over two decades ago. Apparently, Robin had been trained since childhood to be an assassin, but Henry took him in as a godson.

He understood my gesture and get to work. Turning my eyes to the people, I said, “No, right!” they nodded. “Here’s the proof you all need!” I said pointing at the screen which lit up once again with the photo of Hunter and Robin getting out of the same car. Hunter from the passenger’s seat and Robin from the driving seat. “The man coming out of the driver’s seat is Robin Patrick, the COO of GRACE. And I don’t need to tell you who the second one is.” I increased the volume of my microphone as I finally presented one of the proofs they asked me. The moment I direly waited was here.

Clement stated respectfully. "Let him in," Adrian's voice echoed from within the room. "Mr. Adrian..." Adrian anticipated that Clement would discern something amiss upon Roy and the others' arrival. Therefore, he awaited Clement's approach to observe his reaction. "What is it?" Adrian inquired. "Forgive me, sir, but are you from Silverboa City?" Clement asked tentatively Adrian arched an eyebrow, not expecting such directness from Clement. "Yes, I am from Silverboa. As for my purpose here, I'm sure you can surmise," he replied.

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.

Silence dropped over the table and Robin searched for another topic, breaking off a piece of croissant and chewing while she searched her rapidly deteriorating mind. "What about you?" Trey asked. "Your first time here?" "Yes. I-" She stopped. She was trying not to give away much information, even though she was positive there was no way on this earth the man across from her was a danger to her. "Maybe we should try another topic." He leaned back in his chair. "What do you do when you aren't enjoying this place?" "I'm an investment counselor." Robin stopped. "Oh, god. A lawyer and an investment counselor. I can imagine the jokes people would make about that."

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

“You sure can, sugar. You can explain to me why Pam and Lincoln were fighting this morning and are now giving each other the silent treatment. And after that, you can explain why you look like your POS car ran over you repeatedly today.” I sputtered. “Well, that’s a lot to explain.” I’d heard Robin was a character, but I’d never had a front row seat to the crazy show. Well, I’d had a front row seat to the circus performer crazy show at the winery, but this was yet another level to the kind of crazy shows Solano Creek had to offer. Robin hustled over to the front door surprisingly fast for a woman with a huge knee brace, spun the sign to closed, and plopped down in a chair. “I got time. Start

Why would she do this to me, haven't I proved myself a strong leader one who's help make peace with the humans after my father passed away. Shifting back quickly I march up the front steps on the council grounds and burst the doors "Alpha Nixon" Torin greets. "I would like to request an audience with the moon goddess" he says nothing and leads me to the open conservatory, instructing me to stand in the center of the room. Soft echos of chanting full the room then wind picks up in the darkness before the room spins and I'm standing in a bright open field of tall grass. "Speak" says a strong but feminine voice.

So damn bad! "You can come and watch me if you want." "Sure! What position do you play?" Robin smiles. For a minute, I think he will make me play the guessing game again, but he doesn't. He seems genuinely happy that I'm asking him questions about this. Didn't I do that in the past? "I'm on the offensive line, left tackle," his smile is sheepish. "Coach says I should gain a couple of pounds, but I'm doing fine. The other team members accuse me of being a pretty boy, saying I care too much about my appearance to gain weight."