Robin Without A Mask Novels & Stories

x - x - x Roth was clad in a gray full-sleeved shirt with plain black pants with a matching black mask. Most guests were wearing masks at the party - however, some guests could not arrange them at such a short notice. Roth never included mask to the dress code, it was a last minute decision he had made for reason best known to him, not wanting it to be awkward, or being the only one who stands out putting on a mask, he had asked the secretary to send a last minute information to some of the guest about the mask wearing. But Roth did not care about them - he inwardly prayed and wished that Tristan and his partner would wear a mask - that was the best thing Roth could do to keep Mr. Brown from

Elowen POV. The hotel restaurant was the kind of place I'd never been to as Elowen Roberts. Private dining rooms with crystal chandeliers, velvet chairs, and waiters who moved like ghosts. The kind of place where a single appetizer cost more than my weekly grocery budget. I stood in the doorway wearing civilian clothes for the first time around Nick. Dark jeans, a simple black sweater, ankle boots. My red hair was down, and I still wore the jeweled mask per his request.

He sighed and said, "That's complicated. Maybe you have another identity you weren't aware of. Your parents must have a special identity or something..." I knitted my eyebrows. "I doubt that. My parents were wolf-less, and they are omega." "Wolf-less?" he frowned. "Yeah. It's confusing, isn't it?" He scratched his head with a doubtful look. "Indeed. I don't want to think about it." I chuckled upon seeing his confused look. We continued strolling around while talking about some random things. We had a good time strolling around but got interrupted when Robin came with his black horse. He had a gloomy look as though he was about to kill us. I swallowed nervously. Every time Robin looks at me s

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

Toby gritted his teeth as a glare slowly began to form in his face. "You are Busted." ~ ♡ ~ The air outside was cool, like most of Boston's climate. The chilly air hit my body as I looked to my right. Toby was just looking at me blankly as he held the bruised jaw with a napkin. "What's the catch?" He asked. "Anything you want." I said. The words really had been hard for me to say because I never imagined I would be in a position where I'd be practically bribing a guy to hide my secret.

Robin said, wiping the rogue’s blood on his leg. “What?” Robin stripped the rogue’s armor off his body and pushed them at me. I pulled the armored vest over my head. The blood from the rogue’s throat had already soaked through the front of it. Robin covered his hand in blood and wiped it over my arms. I jerked away in disgust. “What are you doing?” I asked. Robin grabbed me by the shoulder to keep me in place. “Stay still.” He continued smearing it on my arms and on my chest.

Ian told her. "Really?" Robin exclaimed chipperly. "Of course. Why would I lie?" Ian said. "How about tonight?" "Oh, but I'm not prepared at all…" Robin was suddenly nervous. "I can't go empty-handed, can I? I should at least bring something…" "They don't need anything anyway," Ian countered. "That won't do. Going empty-handed is really impolite." Robin really cared about making an impression, so Ian had to play along. "Alright. Let's go get something now, shall we?"

He was so angry that he wanted to punch Roel. “Dad?! Is there something wrong?” “Ah! Robin’s son, nothing. We will go home.” “But dad! Mom is gone. I’m looking for her so we can go home.” “Ha! Why? Where is she?” As they walked home, Gilbert bumped into the woman in a half mask. He was even angry because it hit him. The woman looked up. Gilbert stared at her even more nervous when he saw the woman. “Excuse me, miss, did you see my mom? She is wearing a black dress.” Robin asked.

The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, casting sharp shadows across his serious face. "Not the joke you have in Moon Pack," Robin cut in, voice gruff with disdain. "If your facilities had been properly fortified like your Beta claimed, maybe we wouldn't be in this mess right now." Robin shook his head, looking tired—older than I'd ever seen him. The lines around his eyes deepened as he scowled. The boy cleared his throat, obviously annoyed at being interrupted. "As I was saying, Alpha Damon, you are not under arrest. This is merely a precautionary—"

He looked down at me, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face. "What do you say we make a tape, Robby?" he asked, his eyes locking onto mine. "Just you and me." My legs felt like lead, but the heat pulling between my thighs dragged me forward. I climbed onto the edge of the mattress, my hands trembling as I tied the satin ribbons of the mask behind my head. The moment the fabric settled over my eyes, a rush of adrenaline hit me.