Robbie Rotten Lazytown Novels & Stories

Rob smiles as he winks at me. " You know you're cute right? Like you're literally the sweetest person in this house." I tell Rob. I see the blush creep up his neck to his cheeks as he bites his bottom lip trying not to giggle. Rob shouldn't be a mobster. He should be a college graduate with an office job. I imagine him being vicious and shooting a gun at his rivals. That's gonna be super hot. " So you're saying I'm your favorite person here? I'm gonna be thinking about this all night." He tells me and we laugh.

The night is a blur of neon lights, laughter, and Rob's dramatic arm gestures as he recounts his latest dating disaster. We've been at this rooftop bar for hours, surrounded by the New York skyline, and I've completely lost track of time. The gallery crew is fun, especially after a few cocktails, and Rob's sass makes everything even more entertaining. "Honey," Rob slurs, leaning over to me with a playful grin, "I swear, if you don't start living a little, I'm gonna kidnap you for a weekend in the Hamptons. You're too uptight, darling. Way too uptight."

I think every part of my being hates him. The next morning Rob woke me by taking his foot and kicking me off the side of the bed. "You'll get up and take your ass to work today. I'm tired of this lazy shit you play. There's not a damn thing wrong with you." then he mimicked me in a high-pitched voice, "I'm sorry, Rob. I have a stomach bug." He rolled his eyes, "Bullshit! You had no problem going out last night and acting like a little bitch to my friends. That's the last time you embarrass me like that. Next time, I'll go out, and you can eat a bowl of cereal since you can't cook for shit." I got up and started toward the shower.

I was deep in conversation with my mom and Rosie, who had arrived earlier than expected, when Robert stumbled into the living room shirtless, as was his usual custom after waking up from a nap. He stretched lazily, letting out a jaw-cracking yawn. "Oh man, I'm so freakin' tired," he mumbled in his morning voice, not seeming to notice me at first. I cleared my throat loudly. "I'm here, you goof. Didn't you miss your favorite sister while I was gone?" I couldn't resist teasing.

As Lin looked at him in mock-perplexity, already guessing what he meant and liking the idea, Robb winked slyly and added: "But don't worry, I've got plenty of lube!" As he said that, Robb squeezed Lin's huge plump buttcheeks in his palms while at the same time sliding his middle finger into her pulsating hineyhole, slowly burying it as deep as it could go inside her anus to join his forefinger. Leaning closer to brush his lips over Lin's ear, he whispered: "I'll go nice and easy, baby, I promise. I would never damage an ass masterpiece like yours."

Goldilocks was lazily swimming inside. Seeing it Robbie's face broke into a melancholy smile. I was waiting for him to say something as I could see that he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to. Minutes ticked away, hearing the tick-tick of the clock hands. Finally, after a few minutes, Robbie spoke. His words were firm and clear.

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

(Lila) “Grace? What does Grace have to do with this?” I fought my rope hard, trying to catch Romy’s eye, but she wouldn’t look at me. “We need ropes for the boy. Maybe chains for Little Lila.” Robert checked his platinum watch and then looked up at Romy, staring hard enough to make even me uncomfortable. “I can’t stay all day, and clearly, they can’t be trusted.” He grabbed James’s arm, dragging him back toward me. James stumbled, falling against my legs.

I replied. "Let's get started," Rob said. "Since you're so eager, why don't you start. Here's your dice." I handed him the client's set, and I handed the slave set to Slut. "You can roll the dice here, or go to the next station and roll there," I said. "I'm definitely rolling at every station but Ron's," Rob said. "Slut, roll your dice," I said. She did and it said Touch Chest for three minutes.

Only then did I hear her say sorry to me. At that moment, Jack had been staking out the location for a whole week without finding the suspect. Then, an idea struck him. He actually wanted Anna to act as bait—dressed seductively to lure the murderer out. "Jack! Don't go too far! That's a murderer! Are you really willing to send me to my death for Laura?" Anna stomped her foot in fury.