Water 7 Robin Novels & Stories

After about an hours hike, Cammie stops, “I can hear water” Robin smiles, “follow me” He grabs hold of her hand and leads her to a spot where there’s an opening in the ground and in that opening is a mini waterfall with water rushing down and cascading onto the rocks below, before disappearing into the ground. “Where does it come from? Where does it go?”

Rob said I slept throughout, right? I attempted clearing my throat for a bit, swallowing down a bit of saliva to ease the process but it didn’t seem to work. “Here,” Rob said, interrupting me as he handed me a glass of water. I took it with a grateful smile before drowning more than half of the glass in one go. Wow, I really was tasty, wasn’t i?

What I failed to notice is that I had made both of them angry "I'm part of your family, isn't that enough for you." Robin said as he drew out his sword from the shealth.

I ask them. Mason shrugs. “It's Well water,” Robin responds. Mason shoots her a baffled look. “How do you know that?” he asks. “Granddad had to put the new well in because they couldn’t access the old well because it was surrounded by wolfsbane and no matter what they did it would pollute the water somehow and people would get sick,” Robin says like it was just common knowledge when clearly it wasn't. “Well, aren’t you the history buff.” he shrugs, looking surprised with her knowledge.

She just tipped her chin toward the fountain. Vicky was still sitting there, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the ripples on the water's surface. She was dripping wet, utterly unaware of everything around her. Robin reached the edge in a few strides and wordlessly removed his suit jacket. He bent down, slid a strong arm under Vicky's armpits and another beneath her knees, and with a single, effortless motion, lifted her out of the cold water. Water splashed down. He steadied her with one hand while the other roughly--but carefully--wiped the water and hair from her face.

I turned to stare at the woman wedged between my phone hand, my mother, and myself, at the same time Jacques and Mom turned to regard her. Robin, for all her obliviousness, seemed to realize maybe this was not actually about her. She looked between us and sniffed. “Fine, okay. I can get up early.” Me: See you then. The heart that had been withering in uncertainty inside me, feeling like smashed pumpkin since I’d seen Hannah sitting with her ex-husband outside the cafe, began to come back to life. “We have work to do,” Mom said. “And some phone calls to make.” “Get the frogs,” Robin said, directing Jacques to the tasting room shelves where Mom had lined my numerous frogs up in a row.

Looking down I see my glass is once again empty and nod my head as she lifts up the bottle of bourbon. "Thanksuh." I stop attempting to read her tattered and worn out name badge. "Robin. Like the bird, but I swear if you attempt to give me a cute little bird nickname, I will kill you slowly." Smiling, I nod my head again, accepting the damn challenge.

Zander says. We ran to the pack house. Robin and his mates were sitting outside in the sun. As soon as he saw Madison, he looked up. He looked happy to see her. Madison stopped the dinner tracks and stared at Robin. I was just surprised she did not waste one drop of her vodka while we ran. I can't wait to find out how she knows Robin. She might be a dark witch, but I do not think that she has an evil soul. She might have killed a gypsy king, but maybe she had her reasons.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.