Mousy X Robby Novels & Stories

“If you have an issue, I think you should talk to your cousin. He knows how the whole company works.” “I should actually.” I said as someone knocked on the glass door. It was Rob, he swung the door open. Rob was our youngest employee. He was the mail boy and our coffee boy. Although he was the youngest, he always acted macho around us. He was wearing a tight white plain sweater with his black skinny jeans. “Hey, miss Genesis.” He grinned at me as his dimple indented one of his cheeks. “Hey Rob.” Penny and I responded simultaneously. “Thanks for greeting me too.” Penny said sarcastically.

he screamed at the men who stammered before responding "S...sir we only found the boy,he was alone." "Wonderful." Rob said walking over the the squad,"Just wonderful!So i asked you to do me one simple task just one,to trace two eight year olds and you bring me one.I just employed you so that you can get some money and do something with your miserable lives but no,you are miserable at anything and everything!"he finished off by taking of a glittering sword and stood before them.The four men looked extremely terrified but non could match up to eight year old Xavier.

Lira leveled down on the young boy and met his gaze. "Hi. And you are?" she asked him. "Robb." The boy glanced up to Minos and back, before flashing a reluctant smile. "Nice to meet you Robb," she replied. Something moved from over her shoulders and what Robb thought was fur lining was actually a small but long and slender cinnamon-colored rat-like creature. "And this is my friend, Scout." "A weasel?!" Robb gasped in surprise and the furry thing hoisted its head up and started sniffing his face.

Something about not having a window or a clock will do that to a person. We finally get to an entrance and Robbie stops, putting his hand out to keep us from going around him and running mindlessly to our freedom. “Wait. There’s a patrol out right now. We need to time this right. It won’t be long until your absence is noticed and trust me Mike was blown and ready for you both tonight.” “That is so gross.” I let the stutter roll through me. “He is probably cursed and is firing blanks if he’s having that much s*x and not getting any of the girls pregnant.” I quip trying to see what Robbie sees.

He was a shadow given form. Robbin didn't wait in the hub. She moved into the hallway; her footsteps silent on the plush carpet. She knew this house better than any architect; she knew the creaking floorboard in the gallery and the blind spot in the kitchen’s motion sensors. Robbin didn't need eyes. She had spent a week in this house in total darkness, memorizing every step. Tonight, she wasn't a CEO. She was a little mouse, scurrying through the walls.

Why did I suddenly want to punch the wolf in the face? Well, I could answer that last question. Rob was sitting in the armchair across a small table from me, enjoying two fingers of thirty-year-old Macallan and looking incredibly smug. He seemed to be waiting for something, some cue that he could begin his latest performance. “Rob, really, I need to get back to my girls,” I finally said. “What’s on your mind, and where is this after-party you all but demanded I attend?” “Oh, now, this is the after-party.” He smiled wider.

"Fucking rusty life." On the other hand, it was five o'clock and Robby had just arrived from work, he saw that the house was in order even though he had left it sensibly. He noticed the woman asleep on the sofa. He saw its leg and its tummy covered the pillow. "Wake up." He whispered here. "Ohh sorry! I fell asleep." he switched off the TV and sat down properly. Robby smiled at him when he saw his old Tshirt. "You look pretty with my shirt." Robby said. "But next time wear my shirt with shorts, I have a lot of boxer shorts." he added.

Her mother had to know this—she was just being nice, as usual. Rob wasn’t horrible exactly. He was a small and strange man, not ugly exactly, just... odd. He had this strained, humourless smile and a tendency to trail off into jumbled words before falling silent whenever he spoke for more than a few minutes. Mum said he had social anxiety, so we should be patient with him, even though he clearly mistook her kindness for sexual interest. "Have you seen anyone in Rob's garden?" Mum asked. "His Rhododendron was pulled up."

she asked with a grim face. “And how many times have I told you that my name in R.O.B.E means (Raw-B), not Rob?” the person named Robe replied with the same expression. Saraya shrugged. “Who spells Robby as ROBE? For me, you will be Rob and only Rob,” she said and, showing her tongue, went ahead. “Huh,” Robe huffed and turned his focus toward the books he was registering.

He was so scared that he forgot to breathe. “Maquitle just brought in a new guy! But he is not capable of running away.” “So someone from outside came in?” "Yes, a mouse." The man in the robe turned his gaze to the stone pillar, and said in a disdainful tone, "Find this place, it's also smart, but entering here can only determine that there is no way out!" "Could it be the FBI?"