Robin Without A Mask の小説・ストーリー

Dane almost sounded breathless like he was growing in his pants "she looks like a rabbit, a damn sexy one ready to be taken." Lennox's hand itched to rip his friend's head off for staring at her. He still couldn't shift his eyes from her as she walked right to the bar and took a seat. He noticed her mask was gone and thought that somehow that wasn't Riona but he didn't believe the lie, why was she here dressed like that in a place like this. His fist clenched and unclenched just thinking of everyone feasting their eyes on her and thinking about having her.

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

“ I saw that Robin guy go in there,” said Diskant as he jumped down from the tree. “ He was still wearing the mask of Mike but he didn’t look like him at all, that faint swagger and those haunting eyes, he looks like some corpse or something, I swear I felt a chill crawl up when I saw his face. Like how can somebody be this expressionless, and here I thought that Reyna was exaggerating when she said that the guy was as much of an emotional fool as a dead body. Turns it she was right,” at Cain’s glare, he cleared his throat and continued, “Anyway that’s not what is important, it’s that the guy went in that old warehouse and I cannot see anything past that, can’t catch a glimpse of what’s goin

“Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!” Astel took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Ilma’s waist. “Then, you’d better make it up to me.” “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you!” As they spoke, their eyes began to grow dreamy. They completely ignored my presence. I cleared my throat. Only then did the two of them stop. Ilma said impatiently, “Gareth, what’s the meaning of this? It’s just a gas mask, isn’t it? Do you have to lie about saving someone on Mounscour Hill? You’ll stop at nothing to make things difficult for Astel!”

"I don't believe it. It wasn't an illusion of love. You love me, don't you?" He stood up and tried to embrace me, but a pair of hands stopped him. At some point, Waylon had appeared beside us, standing protectively between Jackson and me. "My dear." Waylon ignored Jackson and turned to me. "Why don't you go try on the wedding dress first? I'll come find you a bit later, alright?" I nodded helplessly and left first. I knew Waylon had always been bothered by the fact that I lost my wolf because of that wooden mask, and he wanted an opportunity to teach Jackson a harsh lesson.

Robin… Robin was something else entirely. Victor tilted his head, watching me a beat too long. “You mean that, don’t you?” I didn’t look at him. “Yeah.” “She’s different.” “She’s… grounding,” I said slowly. “Like she sees the worst in me and doesn’t flinch.” “That’s a pretty rare thing,” he said. “Someone who sticks around after the mask slips.” I finally turned to him. “I don’t want to screw it up.” “Then don’t.”

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.

What hell am I supposed to do now? He smiled, leaning against the wall. "Maybe the goddess likes you better this way." "Don't play games with me, Liam. Not today." He flung both arms out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Okay. Relax. Let me think." He paced back and forth across his messy cabin, muttering to himself. "We need something quick… straightforward. Maybe—" "Maybe what?" I prompted. "Maybe we cloak you." "Disguise?" I asked.