Robarazzi Victorious Novels & Stories

The crowd watched, captivated by the display of skill and the undeniable bond between the two friends. In a breathtaking moment, Leori executed a daring smash, the ball whizzing past Robin's outstretched paddle. Cheers erupted from the spectators, applause ringing through the room. But Robin, refusing to be defeated, dove for the ball, his body extending in a display of pure athleticism. With a swift flick of his wrist, he returned the shot with an unexpected spin, catching Leori off guard.

After seeing Niko Burton’s back, Axel Garcia showed a stern look on his face. “India’s reputation is in your hands now, Niko! Give it all you’ve got! We cannot afford to lose this!” “Don’t worry, Master Garcia! I will not dishonor our name!” replied Niko with a cold tone. Then, he walked to the center of the ring before coldly glaring at Harvey York and the others. “I’ll handle this one!” Even before Harvey could say anything, Albus Robbins showed a faint smile before he took off his shirt, revealing his bronze skin as he stepped into the ring.

Pâmela screamed in despair at the sight of the blood. Robson reacted quickly, flipping the table to create cover, pulling Luana and Pâmela behind him, then charging toward Luiz like an enraged bull. Luiz tried to fire again. With a roar of anger, Robson leaped through the window and landed a violent punch to Luiz’s face, sending him crashing to the ground like a sack of trash. Then he stomped hard on Luiz’s injured arm, making the man howl in pain, and ripped the revolver from his hand.

[Mirozlav's Damage Absorption Threshold: 100% >> 29%] The entire stadium fell into silence, but the commentator swiftly reclaimed the atmosphere with professionalism. "Mirozlav's hit points are below 30%! The winner is Gabrielle!" As the announcement resounded, Mirozlav crumpled to the ground. Simultaneously, the arena's sheets of ice shattered and transformed into a gentle, light blue mist that enveloped the surroundings. "That's truly beautiful." Tears shimmered in Mirozlav's eyes as Gabrielle sheathed her saber and turned towards the exit.

Haha. “But don’t the rules say that the loser has to do a particular task that the others hate ?” Nick asked confused. “Yeah but we are slightly changing the rules this time so the winner has to do the barking with the guards and that is final,” Rob declared with finality lacing his tone. “So childish,” Zara muttered and got into position. As predicted, Rob was the obvious loser or rather winner who had to go and distract the guards while we sneaked inside the giant factory.

the leader of the crew, the one who'd been repeatedly battered by Gio, was testifying to the power that Gio's punches packed. “You managed to stab him, well, where's the evidence? The only thing I can see is your fuckin broken nose! And, of course, he's supposed to hit hard! He was a fuckin member of the Uomini Marrone! You were supposed to hit just as hard and even harder because you had the advantage of numbers, so don't even give me that crap!” Don Fabrizio was pissed off. “Now, what you've done is give him room to be on the run.. Now, he'll never show his face at that restaurant again... And he'll go on the run with the woman... Congratulations... You have potentially blown any chances w

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.

Robin's roar exploded in the cathedral. He lunged, a flash of silver glinting in the light. Screams erupted from the pews. But someone was faster. Dante had moved the instant Robin made his move. CRACK! A clean, sharp snap of bone. Robin's wrist bent at an unnatural angle. The gun clattered to the marble floor before he could even touch the trigger. In the next second, Robin was slammed face-down, his cheek pressed against the cold stone, pinned and powerless.

"You're always hungry. Let's get this over with and grab some food. Looks like they're finally going to execute that shitty alpha. I think we should knock him unconscious and drag him—" Before the idiot could finish his sentence, Robbie exploded through the door, slamming it open so hard it bounced off the stone walls. The rogues didn't even have time to blink. Robbie grabbed the first one by the head and slammed it straight into the marble floor with a crack loud enough to make even my teeth hurt. The second rogue barely had time to react before Tanya appeared like a blur and shoved him back against the wall, pinning him effortlessly. "How dare you break into the prison?!" the pinned one sn

ROBYN I instantly felt the tension between Piper and Rocco as we arrived at the busy bar counter. “What can I get you both?” Rocco, a Mexican American who owned the bar, asked, particularly at Piper, seemingly surprised to see her. He was in his thirties, and I guessed, still single. “Vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred,” Piper replied, making me smile. “Is that a code or something, double-O seven?” My eyes widened. Maybe it was. “Oh? Well, shit.” I slid my ass to the stool and drummed my fingers against the counter. “Just Dark ‘n Stormy on the rocks for me.”