Sir Guy Robin Hood Novels & Stories

This time I escape Greyson's hold and run to the first Sir Hulk who help me. I tug Sir Hulk sleeves and said "Thank you Sir Hulk!" He nodded at me. Nope. Not enough. I tug his sleeves again and he bent down. I hugged him which made him stiffen. He just tap my back 3 times. I high five the rest of the Sir Hulks outside. As I return to Greyson's side I saw him looking at Sir Hulk number 1. Greyson's a little bit taller than him. How tall is he? Sir Hulk keeps shooking his head. It's weird because Greyson's not even talking.

"I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head." The door opened again, and Robin walked in. He was a presence that demanded silence. Tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, he filled the space effortlessly. He wore a brown shirt that looked ready to burst against his chest. As a wolf-human hybrid, he was more formidable than most. He had a way of using his primal side that made even us stay on our toes. Robin’s dark eyes fell on the body on the floor. He didn't look angry, just inconvenienced. He looked at Rory. "You hit your limit for the month. No more casualties until the books reset next week."

"Cammie! My name is Cammie." Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the older gentleman says, “nice to meet you Cammie, I am Sheriff of these parts and this is my wife Willow she is a doctor as I expect she has mentioned to you already. Everyone calls me Sheriff but please feel free to call me Henry or Mr Penser. This young man here who seems to have lost his tongue is Robin, this is his here bedroom we’re all standing in at the moment”. I look to the good looking, manly, bearded man, wondering to myself if his name seems a little feminine? I mean, he is possibly the manliest man I have ever seen, “Robin, not what I was expecting”.

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.

“AAARRMMPPPHH!!” Sirius put the piece of Ronald's penis into his mouth and forced the piece of meat down to his throat. Until he choked on his own dick. “Nnghhh! Nngghh!” Ronald groaned with his mouth and throat clogged. "That's for my girl." Sirius said casually, he seemed to be enjoying his work. He retrieved his dagger again, stabbing Ronald near his heart. With tremendous force he pry the man's heart out of his chest and plunged it into Ronald's throat as well.

Then, with measured elegance, he placed his hand over his chest and bowed his head slightly. “I apologize for startling you, Miss Melissa.” His voice was deep, smooth, and laced with authority. “My name is Robin.” My entire body went rigid at the name. Robin. He wasn’t just anyone. He was Prince Lenox’s right-hand man. The rumors about him were as infamous as they were terrifying. Some said he was the shadow behind the throne, the man who cleaned up messes in ways that no one dared to speak of. Others claimed he was just as ruthless and cunning as the one he served.

All of it seemed too coincidental. Adrian looked at her with a calm expression. “You’re quite perceptive. I can tell you this, my name is Adrian. From now on, you can simply call me ‘Sir Adrian.’ As for my true purpose, it’s not something you need to know. Just remember, I won’t be a threat to you. When I need your help, you must assist me. When you need help, I will be there for you. That’s all you need to understand,” he said.

The wind gently blew on his hair. The sunlight shone down, casting a glow on him. He might be wearing a simple white shirt, but he looked handsome, elegant, and gentle. He had long lashes, and his smile was so gentle, like a spring breeze that could warm one's heart. He looked so much like Mister Long Legs, but it was a pity that he only looked like him. "Let's get reacquainted. I'm Robin Crawford." Robin reached his hand out chivalrously. Naomi glanced at him and hesitated for a few seconds before reaching her hand out and shaking his.

I'm telling you if you don't want to regret your life, you better put me down this instant. "Woah... the cat knows how to act fierce????" [Trust me, young lad. If not because I don't want to bully the weak, you would have been down on the ground now searching for your own teeth... ] "Hahaha! You really know how to humor me. Hahaha!" The young man put the cat down as he stared at it with eyes full of humor. "My name is Robin. I don't originally belong here, but that useless system accidentally sends me here instead. My job is to save crazy villainess of the world."

Ava turned. Sir Gabriel Blackwood ,the faire’s star knight ,stood in the entrance of the tavern tent. He was still in full costume: a fitted black tunic that hugged his broad chest and muscular arms, leather breeches, and tall boots. His dark hair was tousled from the day’s jousting, and a light stubble shadowed his strong jaw. At 34, he looked every inch the handsome, dangerous knight the crowds adored. He had removed his helmet, revealing piercing blue eyes that were fixed on her with unmistakable hunger.