X Robin Novels & Stories

Christina was trying to provoke her curiosity. Lucy was silent about it. '' As you didn't answer I will tell you. Robin is not just a painter. He's a well-known folk. Did he ever told you who are in his family?'' Christina asked with a smirk. Lucy's heartbeat increased thinking about what she's going to tell her about him. Robin has been saying nothing making his identity a secret.

Strong. My smile grows. "Thank you for saving me from facing Lars." "You're welcome," Robin's chocolate eyes briefly soften before hardening again. "Wait here." "Roger." I stand up from the couch and have to crane my neck to offer Robin a smile. It's a reminder that the guy is well over six feet tall with massive muscles—he is a force to be reckoned with. I watch him walk into the hallway. He is about to open the door when a terrible scene of him getting shot in the head plays in my mind. It makes me stand up from the couch.

He didn't like the fact that Red was all alone all day and all he had to himself was his mask. Mr. Robin couldn't let his son be intimidated because of his scar so he made sure to hide it away from people. Red didn't like Davin even though Davin was older than him. He disliked his parents divided attention and wished Davin went back to where he came from. Soon enough, Mr. Robin became the richest and kindest man in Seattle. He was honored by most wealthiest men and it made others respect him. He made sure that he provided for his son's and wished they never lacked anything.

So doing what he wanted and when he wanted it was the best way to avoid getting hurt and surviving until whenever this would be over. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts just as the curtains flipped open from behind me. Then I turned around to see it was Mr Rover, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his new look. He was dressed in a white tuxedo that looked like it was perfectly tailored for him, and he had his hair all swept to the back. He looked so alluring that for a moment, I forgot he was holding me hostage and I found my heart racing faster the closer he walked toward me.

I guess this few things are enough proof that a man is not a devil in human skin, like Jaxton who would eat me alive of he sees a way to do that. "I’m Robbin, and I work for Zain, if that's what you want to hear.” He said and motioned to one of the sofas in his room. Maybe he is not a random proletariat like I thought. Maybe he is one of them, the mafia. His response was unkind, and that's how mafia do. They put the answer they wish right in your face and watch you drool over their words the way people drool over a parcel of money. “Umm. Nice to meet you, Robbin.” I mumbled.

The person who disturbed her also flinched, surprised by Raven’s sudden reaction. “You always pop out of nowhere,” Raven spoke as she took in deep controlled breaths. Robin smiled at Raven’s words. “You are just always deep in your thoughts which is why you don’t know what happens around you.” Robin is one of the omegas assigned to help with the renovation project and the first person that Raven has become close with in the packhouse aside from the Alpha and Luna which explains why she is not being formal around her. Robin has an interesting attitude. She’s kinda shameless who doesn’t care about what people will think about heras long as she gets to be herself.

Axel Robin is a strong independent, feisty woman that left my house a while ago. From the first time I saw her until today, I’m very much convinced that she is a nasty and smart ass. Far from all the types of women I dated. She threw me to the ground the moment I had the chance to touch her.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

Robin excitedly grabbed my hand and led me back to the living room. I watched him as he pushed his stool in place before sitting down. When Robin began playing, I was blown away. He was phenomenal! Robin wasn't just capable of playing; he was born for it. I couldn't believe that his little fingers were moving that fast or how he even remembered which key to press and when. Robin was simply a genius. When he finished, I gave him a high five and couldn't stop beaming with pride.