Odd Della Robbia Novels & Stories

' she broke off, not knowing what to say. The will of each woman seemed to be fighting with that of the other. Olivia stood looking at the line of Roberta's body, noting the smooth white flesh of her thighs and arms. She felt her own stomach rise into her throat. Her eyes would not meet the older woman's eyes. Roberta was now leaning her weight against the girl, their bodies touching

Robert was petrified. Bobby suddenly asked, "Did you meet your lousy ex-husband?" Vionny shook her head. "The HRD manager himself said that there is no OB named Stefan!" Bobby immediately glanced at Robert. "You are lying! You said Stefan was the OB there!" Robert couldn't possibly be silent because his eyes and memory couldn't be wrong. "Oath! I saw him with his friend at the guard post. They're sweepers! Obviously it's Stefan!” Robert said, his tone high, like a player refusing a red card.

“ I thought that I was allowed to take a break at least that was what Robby told me.” Robby aka Robert was another server like her in the Odd one out, with his bubbly smile and laughter green eyes he looked as harmless as a newborn deer but for reasons best known to them, his pack mates sent him to the prison on the grounds that he was a psychopathic killer. Levy talked with him, all night and even if she didn’t know much about a lot of things, she was sure that she could still identify a psychopathic murderer. Her stay in the frost gate prison has taught her at least this much.

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.

Robert was petrified. Bobby suddenly asked, "Did you meet your lousy ex-husband?" Vionny shook her head. "The HRD manager himself said that there is no OB named Stefan!" Bobby immediately glanced at Robert. "You are lying! You said Stefan was the OB there!" Robert couldn't possibly be silent because his eyes and memory couldn't be wrong. "Oath! I saw him with his friend at the guard post. They're sweepers! Obviously it's Stefan!” Robert said, his tone high, like a player refusing a red card.

He was good-looking. "Hey Kush," he got out once he reached us. Kushi blushed, then smiled up at him. "Rohan, it's been a minute". He shook his head, his messy curls bouncing a bit. "No, it has been four miserable hours" Kushi's smile deepened. "I had to get my friend," she explained and Rohan's gaze finally snapped in my direction, a cute smile making an appearance. "Rohan, this is Sybil my best friend, Sybil, Rohan" she introduced.

He is truly, genuinely and he was exactly what he appeared to be— An oddball billionaire.

But Odette's words cut deep, and I knew I had to find a way out of this darkness, to stop her before it was too late. Odette leaned forward, her eyes glittering with a mix of malice and something else, something darker. "You know, Ariana," she began, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "I've always had a thing for Rob. He's not just a means to an end for me. There's something...intoxicating about him. His strength, his ambition, his vulnerability. It's all very alluring."

Surely, his pack members wouldn’t try to interfere. “What the hell is going on?” she shrieks, waving her hands around. She looks like she has been crying. Mascara streaks mark her cheeks, and her blond hair is messy. Her red dress is wrinkled, and her handbag keeps slipping down her arms as she throws them around dramatically. Oliver narrows his eyes, not flinching at her shrill voice. “I suggest you go and find out for yourself. Robert’s in there and will give you the details,” Oliver says coldly. There was no hint of emotion in his voice, his body rigid against mine.

Olivia froze, her lips pressed into a thin line as Robert’s words sank in. “Old friend?” she hissed, her tone thick with resentment. “You must be delusional.” Robert smirked, stepping closer, his rugged face now more visible under the soft light streaming through the hallway. His once sharp features had grown slightly worn with age, but his piercing gaze remained the same intense and almost teasing. “Come on, Liv,” he whispered, his deep voice holding a familiar warmth. “Is that how you welcome your old flame?”