A Rob Novels & Stories

I knew Ivory was many things, and evil wasn't a part of them. I knocked on the door and waited for an answer, which I did repeatedly when I heard none. I would keep it up until someone opened the door. Someone had much explaining to do and didn't deserve a good night's rest. There's indeed no peace for the wicked. The door finally cracked open after three minutes of knocking, and I found Robb standing there wearing his brown furry robe and holding a million questions on his grumpy, wrinkled-up face. I stepped inside without being invited in.

Rob objected. "We can't all go together, Rob. I will think of a plan," Mike said grimly. He didn't have a plan but he didn't want to worry about Rob. He would figure out something once they had escaped. A long pause ensued. Then Rob inquired. "Do you really want to know why I'm hurt?" Rob inquired, a little hesitantly. Mike sat down next to him on the couch and stopped pacing. "What happened? Did Eric do something?" "I killed someone," Rob said with a blank expression. "She was a young woman, the HR who got us our access. I killed her." Rob mumbled.

a robotic voice droned softly from the speakers. * Relieved, she held her hand to her chest. She still could not believe the thief made it alive. Her automobile was safe and without a single scratch. The police robots scanned her automobile for bombs or objects that could be used to identify the thief. They found nothing except two empty disposable plates of half eaten Jollof rice and a puddle of vomited rice. Ew! As long as her automobile was alright, she was happy. “It's strange,” Officer Williams absently commented.

It's been a few weeks since Sharky's date night, and Rob has finally found a new job. He's very excited about it. This job is perfect for him, he says. Rob is, of course, the absolute best at it, and they can already see this and are talking about moving him up. I keep the eye roll on the inside and agree that this will be perfect for him.

Please feel at home at my home. Rob. He also jotted down his personal and office phone numbers. Did he leave because I told him to leave me alone??

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.

Rob smiles as he winks at me. " You know you're cute right? Like you're literally the sweetest person in this house." I tell Rob. I see the blush creep up his neck to his cheeks as he bites his bottom lip trying not to giggle. Rob shouldn't be a mobster. He should be a college graduate with an office job. I imagine him being vicious and shooting a gun at his rivals. That's gonna be super hot. " So you're saying I'm your favorite person here? I'm gonna be thinking about this all night." He tells me and we laugh.

"I can't believe you watched that movie, you pussy." Rob shrugged, completely unconcerned with defending his manhood and replied, "I can't believe you asked for woman advice. You're a fucking psychopath when it comes to business and you need me to tell you how to handle a girl? Never thought I'd see the day." Jay barked in laughter and said, "At least my woman didn't steal my Porsche and disappear in a city of two and a half million people." Rob closed his eyes for a second a broad grin splitting his lips. "Bet she looked smoking hot in that car."

He loomed over Rob, but amazingly, Rob squared up to him. “That’s for my Marissa, you monster,” Rob spat. “I know it was you.” “Aww, your little kitty?” Adrian threw his head back and laughed. “I ate her all up!” When the crazed teen stepped forward with a maniacal grin, Rob’s steely resolve began to crack. He now looked equally scared and upset. “Come on,” Ron soothed, placing a hand on Adrian’s shoulder. “We don’t have time for this.” These words sparked up the anger in Rob.

Miller did a brief introduction with a smile. "Oh please, let's see if Andrew agrees to that," Rita scoffed. "Everyone may I have your attention please?" Robin asked as she got up to address everyone. "What do you have to say? You wanna brainwash us like you did with Andrew?" Roberto asked. "No of course not. I'm not in the least bit trying to convince you to have a positive opinion about me because your opinion doesn't really matter. I only care about the important people in my life and trust me Roberto, you're not on that list," Robin finally said what had been on her mind.