Robbie Kay Novels & Stories

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.

“Ro–Robbie?” My voice hitched, panic instantly replacing the rising warmth. I tilted my head slightly to get a closer glimpse of his face but it was too dark to see. I could barely make what was before me. Though he looked muscular in these two months. And there was something about him that made him…. menacing. “What are you doing here? Are you out of your mind? What– What if someone saw you?” Ignoring my panicked call, he leaned closer. “You called his name when I kissed you,” Robbie said, his tone filled with bitterness.

I’ve only seen that once before… “Calm down, Kay.” Robert commanded pulling her hand away from his throat. “What do you want?!” She snapped angrily. Before he could reply, she had lain back down and fell back asleep. She balled up and clutched her stomach and whimpered softly. “Robert, you’re a jerk.”

I grab Cam’s hand and place myself in front of him, he wraps his other arm around me and pulls me back to his chest. “Figures you find a way to bypass being a Luna and become an Alpha.” Robbie laughs. He is scruffy and filthy. The last couple years have not been good to him. He looks emaciated and worn out. “I’m here Robbie, what do you want?” I have to stay neutral. I haven’t seen him since he brought Elena to us. I assumed he died in the fight with the rest of the rogues. Cam squeezes my hand when I say Robbie’s name. He wasn’t prepared for me to know him, let alone be familiar enough to have a casual conversation. I don’t know if he recognizes the name from when we rescued Elena

Amber continued, "He couldn't walk in the UK and set up bank accounts; so, the Russian would wire shitloads of money from his offshore accounts in Cyprus and Robbie would go and buy him his cars and his shit." "Did you ever question your ex-husbands business dealings?" "There were sobering signs that Robbie's new Russian connections placed him in peril. First, when Akinfeev visited him at home, Robbie asked me to remove their two small daughters from the house for their safety. Then, a man approached me who said he worked for MI6 and who warned me, these people are dangerous, and by getting involved with them, you're risking your life." "Did this MI6 man have a name?"

Robbie said playfully. "What? No, I was—I was just looking at her, that's all." Jack tried to reason even though it was apparent. "Whatever you say, man," Robbie said playfully. "But she's single, though. Never had a boyfriend in her entire life." Jack acted not interested, but deep inside, he was thrilled. Jack thought that the woman was not just beautiful. She's also virtuous and with a good background. Robby took a chair and put it beside his new operation manager. Then he gave jack a bottle of beer.

"I'm Robbie. I'm a representative of the Strays." "I remember your name," Besla mused. "You spoke with Oltivant before?" She motioned with her hand, and one of the male harpies strode forward. (Despite human legend, harpies were both male and female). "Hey," Robbie said almost casually. "Long time, no see." The male harpy just looked at him. "Oh. . . kay," Robbie continued. "And Tarloh still leads your band?" Besla asked. "Yeah, he and Red."

Some of these guys had been so horrible, I was surprised Liam was still friends with them. “Aria!” Robert said. No, it was definitely Robert, I remembered now. He always introduced himself as Robby to the single women, as if that made him more approachable. I hadn’t seen him in years, and had no idea why he was hanging out by my car, seemingly waiting for me. How was I supposed to respond? Was I to be courteous, or rude? Presumably he was still Liam’s friend so I leaned toward polite. “Hello…” “Robby,” he said, flashing me the same shark-like smile he often used in the bars and clubs.

Robbie broke the kiss, startling Liz slightly. He saw the lust in her eyes; she wanted it. He pushed her back slightly and sat up as Liz put her hands on his knees. Ray was behind her, holding her hips and playing with her ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them. "If you want your top back so bad..." Robbie started, untying his shorts, "...then just..." he reached inside and abruptly yanked his cock out. It sprang out, wobbling as it grew stiffer. He deliberately hung her small bikini top around the base of his thick, dark rod. "...grab it..." he said finally, smiling, using one hand to push his jutting member toward her.

“Thank goodness you’re here. I wanted to get your opinion on these quotes I’ve gotten from—” “Later,” he said, wiping out business talk with the swish of a hand. “First, I want you to meet Robert King. Rob, this is my sister, Kaitlynn.” “Nice to meet you.” Rob stepped forward, his palm outstretched to shake with me. After we greeted each other, Brick, who was already at the coffee station, adding creamer to his cup, said, “Rob’s an associate with Cobb King Real Estate. He’s going to take you around today to find a new place to live.”