Robin Hood Lover Novels & Stories

“Robin Spencer’s expecting you. He’s gonna gun you down. Then he’s gonna take Ariadne.” “Just give us the blueprints and shut up,” Lisa hisses from the front seat. Dustin fishes a neatly folded paper from inside his hoodie and lays it on his lap. “I’ll come with you then.” “And why would you want to do that,” Ariadne spits. “Because Robin Spencer is a monster, and I still owe you,” Dustin whispers. “I will always owe you.” Both of those things are true, especially the previous one. Robin particularly enjoyed hurting Ariadne and Edward more than the rest of them. He said it himself once. He liked to hear them cry.

“ But why would Robin do so much to get me back when he didn’t even bother to show his face to me? Why bother now?” “It's pretty simple if you think like him, he is obsessed with you but he doesn’t love you—— being obsessed and in love are two different things. To him, you are like his possession that he can use as he wants when he wants without asking for your opinion, till now you were with him and he was enjoying the sick game that he was playing with you, he knew that even if his brother needs you, he will never try to mark for himself, which was why Robin was at ease. As for me, I am definitely going to mark you, imprint on you so, that you will only belong to me, this is something that

It looked like a woman going to war. Against her daughter. For her lover. For the life she refused to lose. And as I drove into the night, thunder rumbling overhead, I whispered to myself a vow, a curse, and a confession all in one. > “The things we do for love… they never let us go.”

"What kind of proposition?" Rios didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer. His piercing gaze stayed locked onto mine as he leaned in, his voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. "I want you to be my lover." The words hit me like a slap. I blinked. “Your—what?” "A hired lover," he clarified, tilting his head slightly, watching my reaction with precision. "It’s going to be strictly professional. You will accompany me to appearances, events, functions…anywhere. In the public eye and my family’s eyes, you’ll be my girlfriend. Behind closed doors… well, that depends on you."

he said, his voice low and smooth, like a distant rumble of thunder. I grinned, gesturing casually to the art installation hanging on the cafe wall—a two synchronized clock - The Perfect Lover. “But you’ve been here for hours. It’s cold, it’s raining, and…” I hesitated, glancing at the synchronized clocks mounted on the café wall. They were one of our signature decorations, labeled The Perfect Lover.” Logan’s gaze followed mine, landing on the clocks. He raised an eyebrow. “Perfect Lover?”

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

She then notices the another figure in the room and her gaze flicks around, landing on me. " Uhm... Mira, who's this?" She asks, pulling away from her daughter. Miranda smiles nervously, scratching her hair. " Um, mom? That's my... Boyfriend. His name is Jonas" Miranda slowly mutters, a blush staining her cheeks. I walk up to her, stretching my hands for a shake, just the way I've watched them in the television. She gingerly takes it, eyeing me curiously. I bring out my most dazzling simile.

I finish and exhale the breath, I didn't know I was keeping. " Of course, I love my princess.. Look how cute you are?? How can you not love this face.. " and with that, he captures my cheeks with both hands He smiles at me, but I can see it in his eyes. He's not happy. I should have known. Should have noticed this a long time ago. Maybe for what I'm about to do next, you're going to blame me..., but when you are hurt, the best medicine is somebody else loves. I raise my head to Rob's level and place my hands around his neck. He narrowed his eyes and gave me a shocked look.

The Knight is Sir Stefan Vronsky, the best fighter in the Royal Army. He is also the most sadistic man she has ever known. This man is not only a natural born warrior but he is one of the men who mercilessly killed Alexei and his sisters that night. “Sixty million?” Pyodor gasps. “Any other bidders?” There will be none, Roseanne thinks in dismay. No one will go against this monster. If they do, he will kill them. “Sixty million going once!” Pyodor counts. “Sixty million going twice! Sixty million going-”

He said I was still so young and had a lot to experience, it was true he was wiser beyond his years, he had been a vampire for over a century after all. But in the end there was no choosing when it came to having a mate, there wasn’t anyone else I wanted. And besides it would be just too painful for the both of us if we kept ourselves separate for any longer than we already had. So as soon as I had my twentieth birthday, I sniffed him out and found him again. We both still couldn’t truly believe a vampire and werewolf had been destined to protect and love each other for eternity. This was just so unheard of and absolutely forbidden.