Mousy X Robby Novels & Stories

The defeated slump of his shoulders almost made me feel bad for him. Almost. "See, this is the difference between us," Mia sneered. "Something you won't be entitled to, even if you work your entire life at that little bar." "You really think money equals happiness?" Mia laughed like I was a fool. "Spoken like a true rat from the slums. How can you even think about happiness without money? I bet you don't even have a cent—" "Who says she doesn't?" I knew that voice. I smelled him before I saw him—warm leather, clean musk, and something faintly cinnamon-like. Robbie. He slid his arm around my waist casually like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I would obey… until she begs me not to.” Rex choked on a laugh. “That’s— okay, maybe dial him down a little.” Milo typed madly. “It’s supposed to be comforting, not… sex-dominant!” The robot looked between them. “I can comfort… In many ways.” Rex leaned in, fascinated. “Ask him something spicier.” “No!” Milo hissed. But Rex was already smiling. “What’s your top priority?” The robot answered without hesitation. “Fuck Her Creamy Pussy Till She Orgasm”

"Oh, I am being a girl?" "Yes." "You are a bastard, Xavier." Xavier chuckled. "I missed you though," he said, still typing. "Tell that to the birds," Mason replied. "I will." "The business deal is a big one. It is worth stopping whatever it is you are typing right now," Mason said. "Right," Xavier said, still focused on his work. A knock came again, and the door opened, revealing Rob. "It is time, sir," he said. Xavier pressed the last button and then stood up.

It was unacceptable. The host began introducing the robots and the rules. Cameron's robot looked flashy. It had a large electronic screen that lit up in a rainbow of colors after the introduction, earning cheers from the crowd. Finn's robot, MAVIS could make a heart gesture and had round, adorable eyes. The audience praised MAVIS for being cute, making Cameron's robot seem less appealing. Cameron glared at Finn.

Mу hаnd eye сооrdіnаtіоn had dеfіnіtеlу gоnе оut thе wіndоw. “Truе, I’m Rоb, bу thе way.” He looked at me a lіttlе tоо іntеntlу, and I flushed a lіttlе. I wasn’t tоо drunk to nоtісе hіѕ еуеѕ ѕlоwlу trailing dоwn mу body. Ugh, pervert.

He ended the call and looked towards Ricardo, who was patiently waiting for him to end the call and explain the information he got. He is very excited to steal from Byron and mess with him. He has slowly become a sick bastard who is loving the cat and mouse game, but soon he will get bored of this and wants to come face to face with that guy, but until then he will just enjoy this. “What do we have this time?” Ricardo asked, his eyebrows dipping in confusion at Rob’s expression. Rob’s face shone with anger, pity, and determination. “You are not going to like what I am going to say,” Rob said, not meeting his eyes and clenching his hands tightly.

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.

Maya scowls and I laugh. "Thanks for making me feel better." "It's the least I could do, Marcy. Especially since you're working for that man because of my idea." "It's not all that bad, I--" My door suddenly swings open and Mr. Robinson is standing there fuming. "I thought I told you to get rid of that damn risotto." He says in that cold voice, except it sounds as if he wants to explode. "What the--" Maya is saying when I cut her off.

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 robot continued, “I am Robot Dearie, but you can call me Robot D for short. Developed by Doctor Mellisa Millers.” The cheers that followed that sentence nearly brought the roof down. My name echoed around the hall like a chant. “Dr. Mellisa Millers!” “Unbelievable!” “Morgan Group’s second-gen robot couldn’t even stand!” “In just three months, M&J Company built one that communicates, interacts, and even smiles!”