Robin X Robin Novels & Stories

My cropped top is on the dresser, my panties by the foot of the bed, my skirt, shoes and thigh highs never made it to the bedroom. Robin is dressed before I even find my skirt and he squeezes my ass and purrs, “I love this thong and how it looks on your pretty ass, but I love taking it off you even more. Tonight, you and I are going to have a repeat of our mating only I want you to do to me what I did to you.” “Oh!” I gasp. “No one has ever let me top them before!” “It’s only fair that we take turns,” Robin says.

Harry waited patiently for Robin to tell him. “Rodin… he once told me, if he was in charge of the mating games, he was very proud… and always said that to anyone in our family… I want…. I want to continue if you like. I want to finish whatever he started… so that…. So that he is proud and happy. " Robin finished with a sobbing voice, he spoke with tears.

Robin smiled so much that the corners of his lips touched his ears. He winked at the people behind him, and the three brothers stepped forward to face Jed and the others. It looked as if they were there to prevent them from escaping. Robin cracked his neck and shook his wrist; the joints made a crackling sound. “Okay! Since you want to fight with me so much, I will show you the true meaning of power!”

Even a powerful man like Harvey wouldn’t be able to survive that. Harvey could only stop himself after Yvonne’s warning. He narrowed his eyes and glared at Robin, hissing, “I’ll remember the slap that you gave her.” “Trust me, you’ll regret it.” “What? Are you going to hit me in return?” Robin shot him a haughty look. His plan was simple: he wanted to force Harvey to fight back. “Lay a finger on me and see what happens! Do you think I won’t let my men gun you down?!”

Robin says. Robin and his hunters have been training with our wolves the whole time they have stayed with us. He has seen our power, and I do not know if the witches are that strong that he is still worried. Robin should know by now how strong our powers are. He must have seen us fighting other witches and vampires. We are not exactly weak. We can hold our own against witches, but we will need their help with the vampires, especially Iona. However, Robin is worried because he seems anxious about something.

Then they just stared at each other, as if their ability to converse had just disappeared. "Well." Robin cleared her throat. "I guess we should introduce ourselves. "Robin Hanna." She held out her hand across the table. She had one moment of panic, wondering if she should have told him her name. Then she gave a mental shrug. She'd just have to believe Jonas when he assured her the Russians had no idea where she was. "Trey DeMarcus." He took her hand and enveloped it in his warm one. "Nice to meet you, Robin Hanna. Is that Robin with an i or a y?"

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

“Give me one.” She glanced up innocently. “Nah. Gotta save it for the live show.” I groaned. “You are no help.” “I’m amazing help. I just help with flair.” I shook my head, trying not to smile. “What did I do in a past life to deserve this level of chaos?” Robin shrugged, sipping from her water. “Something heroic. Or really stupid. Could go either way.” We were quiet for a second, then she said, “Hey... worst case, they don’t get along. So what? We still have each other. And tequila. And maybe a YouTube video if someone records the showdown.”

But the bond between Leori and Robin ran deep, a brotherhood forged through countless trials and battles fought side by side. With every clash of steel and every swipe of claw, the tide of the battle swayed. Leori's leadership and tactical prowess guided their movements, exploiting weaknesses in their enemies' defense. Robin, his agility unmatched, darted through the chaos, striking with precision and deadly accuracy. The clash of their weapons resonated through the woods, a symphony of defiance against those who sought to challenge their authority.

Voices continued to pour in over the communicator. Robin said, "Everyone, I'm the weakest link in the team, and I have no family. You all have other things to do in this life, so I should go. Fighter Thirty-Four approaching the target." His tone was heavy during that last sentence. "Don't do anything rash, Robin…" Whoosh! Several bird monsters closed in as Tempest-34 soared through the air. Robin set his jet to automatically return to the cargo planes. Whoosh! Activating the eject sequence, Robin was shot out of the jet. He held onto a bundle of explosives as he charged toward the bird monsters and the griffin.