Water 7 Robin Novels & Stories

If I wasn’t trying to clear the last few weeks out of my head, and didn’t feel like my body was going to be ripped in two, I’d do him all over again. I groaned again. Damn it Raine, what’s wrong with you? Just be sick. Keep your mind clean and your hands to yourself. That’s easy. “Water,” I answered, using my strength to point towards the kitchen. “Glasses are in the second cabinet.” “And the water?” He asked, already disappearing from my view. “From the tap.” “You drink tap water?” I sat up the best I could, looking over the furniture at him. “Yeah? Why?” He shrugged as he turned on the faucet, filling the water up to the rim.

Robinson's voice rings from the kitchen. "You want a drink?"

Some from the north and, some from the west all beautiful but interesting greenery. Breathtaking from the smell of the vanilla and tea rose picking up the watering pot on the little cart next to the humorous goblins. Oh, I wouldn’t ask what is a humorous goblin is, let’s just say they are not the nicest plant walking past I started watering the Dropling Aqui’s, making sure each one gets a good amount of water and love. I smiled as I said “I love you aqui” to each one.

"Right! If she joins us, we could learn a thing or two!" Robin looked at me, and his lips twitched. "You're good," he uttered and smiled. Hiding the joy of hearing his compliment, I smiled and said, "Your turn." He smirked and also pulled ten arrows. My eyes narrowed as soon as he released the arrows. They flew at fast speed with great accuracy, and with the strength he used, I'm afraid I'll lose. This scumbag has talent, I see. With a loud bang, all ten arrows hit the target board's bullseye and even made a hole in the board as all the arrows struck deeply. Robin's ten arrows even destroyed the one I used.

Robin went to the living room and saw her lying. So he went up to her side and stood right next to hers. “Lucy…..”. “I’m tired to even talk. Give me a glass of water and leave me alone for a bit.” She spoke in a soft voice. Robin paused for a moment before replying, “Sure then.” He went back to the kitchen and brought back a glass of water then handed it out to her. “Here.” She sits up and took the glass of water from his hands.

He smiled then leaned over and put his mouth where his hand was. "Oh God!" Robin cried out, pulling off my cock just long enough to express herself before going after my cock with even more determination. Jack suddenly leaned back in the couch, echoing her cry, as my wife accomplished one of her many goals for the evening. The alarm went off again, and I almost wanted to throw that damn watch against the wall. I wasn't alone. "GOD, NOT NOW!" Jack cried out, while my wife sucked him dry. Robin climbed off of me, quivering. "I need a drink," she said, then headed to the kitchen, returning with a large glass of water.

The things people couldn’t see or hear was what intrigued her the most. “Well good morning young Robin.” Rosalie smiled happily as she watched the beautiful Robin float down to an area in front of her. She had stopped her motion forward to give it time and sure enough it pulled out a slimy brown worm that wiggled in its orange beaks. His bright red chest told her it was male to which she assumed the worm was for his mate. He ruffled his grey feathers and flew away. She smiled happily thinking and hopping one day she would be able to find that to. A man that would protect her from anything but would love her like she was a porcelain doll.

Nothing did. Eventually, the van slowed. Then it stopped. Gravel crunched beneath the tires. Somewhere distant, I could hear water—waves maybe? A lake? I wasn’t sure. It was quiet, too quiet to be anywhere near the city. The back door opened. Robin stood there, silhouetted against the moonlight. He looked calm. Too calm. He had this look like he was about to go on a date instead of dragging a woman into god knows where. “Get out,” he said.

He looked closely at the girl's face, but no matter how hard he tried to recognize her, his vision just got dimmer. "Robin!" she called him again so he was forced to step towards that woman. "Who are you?" he asked but she suddenly turned and walked away from him. "Wait a minute, don't go! don't go!" he repeated so that Wayne stood up and woke him up by tickling his finger. Robin opened his eyes immediately, sweating and panting. His friend again handed him water and a handkerchief, a seat to wipe his sweaty face. "So, there's another girl?" he asked openly when he sat down in his swidel chair.

Whipping his body around the doctor rushed to the woman's side. Robin's eyes flickered behind her closed lids before slowly peeling open. Blinding lights matching the white room greeted her. Flicking between shutting her eyes and opening them to adjust Robin looked over to her side confusion written on her face. "Ugh, wh-" Struggling to speak her throat felt as dry as the desert. Her lips were just as dry as small cracks had formed resembling dry mud. Clearing her throat the nurse quickly poured her a glass of water before handing it over to her. Helping the weakened woman with the liquid, Robin slightly winced at the slight irritation the water brought to the back of her throat.