Gumball X Rob Novels & Stories

“And you are friends with monsters?” “Yes. Some of them. They aren’t all that different to us.” Gabor gave me an acquiescing tilt of the head. “Indeed. In some cases the only difference is better clothing. And sometimes no clothing is the better option, eh, Roland?” Roland laughed so loudly I flinched away from him. “What do your calculations tell you when you look at me?” I asked Gabor. He looked me up and down. “You are still alive. Sometimes the odds can be beaten.”

Lee stiffened and sat back down. -"Naomi," I heard an excited scream, and soon after, a pair of arms engulfed me into a hug, breaking me free from Matts's grip. -"Rob, you are going to scare her." Gabriel scolded the person hugging me. -"Oh, hush! Hi Naomi, my name is Rob, and I am Gabriel's mate. It is so nice to meet you finally." He said before squeezing me again. -"Nice to meet you too, Rob." His friendliness made me giggle. Gabriel came over and stole me from Rob's embrace to immerse me in his own.

Lord Dragnon asked as he walked toward Robbert. He wiped the blood off his lips, then suddenly launched at Robbert. He threw a punch with as much force as he could muster, but before it could reach him, Robbert suddenly vanished. Robbert reappeared on his right and slammed his fist into his father's head. Lord Dragnon crashed face-down into the ground, then received a heavy kick to the side. The kick not only sent him flying toward a wall in the room but also pulled a large tile from the ground. Robbert kicked the tile toward Lord Dragnon, and the large slab slammed into his face.

Xavier was focused on the file in his hands. This was real. Giselle thought. "Oh, good day, Sir," Rob said, standing to his feet. Sir? Giselle thought. She looked back at Xavier. He hadn't noticed her yet; he was still busy with the file. She stood slowly, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in a very expensive blue suit, looking very different and... And more handsome. "Hello, Rob," he said. A lump formed in Giselle’s throat at the sound of his voice.

Robi shouted. He took out his wallet from his pants pocket and threw several dollar bills at their faces. "Enough, right?" Robi asked sternly. The two individuals quickly picked up the scattered money with triumphant smiles, while Robi left with an annoyed expression. "Damn humans!" cursed Robi as he continued walking away from the useless duo. "Damn! I failed to trap Devan!" Robi exclaimed while punching the wall next to him. "I have to find another way; I won't let him inherit more than me," Robi continued.

I replied. "Let's get started," Rob said. "Since you're so eager, why don't you start. Here's your dice." I handed him the client's set, and I handed the slave set to Slut. "You can roll the dice here, or go to the next station and roll there," I said. "I'm definitely rolling at every station but Ron's," Rob said. "Slut, roll your dice," I said. She did and it said Touch Chest for three minutes.

Jax replied with a shrug. “Awww. That nasty bitch shooed away my baby ?” I cooed as I kissed him on the cheek. “Yeah ! And that “Nasty Bitch” is standing right behind you,” Rob said using his dramatic, shrill voice to imitate his Alpha Queen. “Always there when not wanted,” I muttered under my breath. “I heard dat gal,” Rob said. “And you, missy are gonna regret it,” he said before thrusting an envelope in my hand and turning around to exit.

“At some point, she’d mentioned her favorite candy was Skittles, and I wanted to keep the ball rolling, so I picked up a box for our date.” On the opposite side of Grace, Rob leans in conspiratorially, a dimpled smirk on his face and, making air quotes, says in his smooth tenor, right in her ear, “Keep the ball rolling.” Grace giggles again, the cutest goosebumps ever erupting over her skin, and just like that, Rob’s stolen my thunder. I’m buzzing already though I’ve eaten a bit, but even I can see she adores him.

“We’re not here for games. Just let us through. What do you want?” The room went still. One of them approached me, but Rob stood in front of me, towering over him. “Calm down, Grimani. I was just going to take a closer look since she looked familiar,” he said, hands raised. “Still as possessive as ever,” the man on the velvet seat said. “Roberto never shared his toy, even as a child. Oh… do you guys remember the last woman he was fucking with?” They burst into laughter.

Rob, a thuggish youth with a toothpick between his teeth, strode up to them, stopping them. He looked between them, not even stopping to take a second look at Cindy, as he soon gaped at Helen, dropping his toothpick. "Shit!" He cursed even as he spaced out. "What's going on here?" Bob, a pudgy man strode up to them as well, frowning. "If you're here to talk shop, I'm sorry, but we were just bought out and… Shit!" He reacted no different from Rob when he saw Helen and barked, "Quit gawking! Don't just let her stand there—go get a chair and some tea!"