Robbie Rotten Novels & Stories

I say with a serious tone , and I end of with a eye roll "I see you are picking up some traits from Jason - the bad traits of course" Rob says lowering his fist and dusting his brother's hands off his neck. "He did not have a problem with you breaking the vase because you are his baby girl….You can literally get away with anything…almost anything" Robin says to me - and quite frankly he makes a lot of sense. "Now bring that popcorn over here!! I am starving and it smells so delicious!" Rob shouts at me playfully. I begin my journey once again to them.

Rosie smiled radiantly and said, “Baby Robbie, you didn’t wrong me in any way. You just fell in love with another girl.” Baby Robbie had a dark expression on his face. He felt extremely down. “Yes, I just fell in love with a girl. However, the girl I love isn’t mentally well. She only brings unhappiness to everyone, yet I can’t do anything about it. I’m useless.” Rosie was stunned. “Baby Robbie, you’re still willing to be with her even after knowing that she isn’t mentally well. This shows just how much you love her.”

He crossed his legs and raised one of his eyebrows. "What the..." Miles paused, still surprised. Rob was still as handsome as always with his charming oval-shaped face, sharp jawline, a pair of black sparkling and charming, thick eyebrows, long natural eyelashes, broad chest and sexy biceps, and a perfect height of 6'1ft. "So..." Rob paused as he stood from the sofa and went to sit on the chair across from Miles. "Can I still be hired to be your assistant, boss?" Rob leaned forward with a sweet smile on his face.

The man is always snapping at someone. Harold smirks at him in reply before turning to Lydia, “What pack did you come from?” “What part of not your concern do you not understand?” Gray tells him. “Besides you should not be asking that kind of question,” Ray speaks up. “What, is it touchy topic for rogues or something?” Harold asks. “Are you not a rogue?” Lydia asks. Harold laughs, “Me, no I’m just really good friends with this asshole. I guess you can call me a rogue supporter or a rogue by association.”

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."

However, werewolves and lycans both shift at the age of eighteen. There is one main issue with werewolves that my parents made sure I understood from a young age. Werewolves that live in packs absolutely detest rogue wolves. I do not blame them. There is good reasoning for hating rogues. Rogues usually go insane from the solitude and, more often than not, end up attacking and killing innocent wolves. The group of wolves that killed my parents were rogues. Since then, I have made a habit of going rogue hunting. I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane.

He's happier than the rest of us, I'm sure. Down here on Earth is where the demons come to play. I still don't know how Keith Garvie died. Robbie never talks about it. It's a hidden secret beneath many layers of secrets. Robbie is like an artichoke. With each passing year, more and more petals fall off. Hairs protect the heart of an artichoke. These hairs can get stuck in the throat of a predator. I haven't seen Robbie's heart yet. I almost did until he cut me off again.

“Boss—” “I said come here.” Elena swallowed and walked toward him. Up close, he was taller than she expected. Maybe six-foot-three. He smelled faintly of cedar and something sharper beneath it. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Elena.” “Last name.” “Rossi.” He studied her face like he was memorizing it. “You work here long?” “Two years.” “Do you enjoy it?” The question confused her. “It pays,” she said. One corner of his mouth twitched. Not a smile.

Tim is used to having breakfast and dinner in the dining room, but I prefer the kitchen, and when he's not around, I don't bother. Tim has a super-cool chef, Robbie. Robbie's real name is Robert, but everyone here calls him Robbie, even though he's nearly fifty. He's tall, thin, and very, very talkative. Every time he looks at me, Robbie is dramatically horrified, clutching his heart, and this constantly makes me laugh. He thinks I'm terribly thin and desperately wants to fatten me up a little. I even heard him once scold Tim for keeping me as "prisoners".

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.