Robbie Rotten Novels & Stories

Four years ago, Robert changed her name to Bobbi. Bruce’s nose turned up with resentment. He didn’t care what anyone wanted to be in life. That was what freedom was all about. However, he didn’t like being fooled. Then he came to Margo’s profile. He knew her stats. Yet he didn’t know who she truly was. How could the woman he had held and kissed and loved be a low-down hacker who stole everything she had? How did it come to that for her? He stared at her picture. It looked like a driver’s license picture, and it looked good. Margo never looked bad.

After my miscarriage, the doctor told me I would never be able to have children again. Not long after, my husband brought home a boy from an orphanage. Still devastated by the loss of my baby, I poured everything I had into raising him as my own son. I quit my high-paying job and devoted myself to him completely. I pushed him all the way into a top university, while years of neglecting my own health left me riddled with illness. On the day of the celebration dinner for his college admission, he pulled out my oxygen line. Only then did I learn the truth. The boy I'd raised as my own was actually my husband's son with his secretary, the woman he'd been having an affair with. When I opened my e

For a nineteen-year-old guy, this was heaven. When Rob stood, he realized that he was still covered with the lube. He got in the shower and washed off. He then decided on a mid-morning snack. Checking the computer, he requested cheese and crackers with a Coke to chase it. Black delivered it about ten minutes later. She was a classy looking woman. Even her gait was that of some high-class lady. He wondered how someone like this wound up as a naked servant. He realized he was getting hard again but ignored it as he had his snack.

Rubin swiftly glanced at Laura and back at Alixes, speechless. "I said who were you talking to?", Alixes shouted, nervously with teary eyes. " Go, on, tell her, it's me, Laura. You were talking to her friend, Laura Roberts. That's my name". Laura pleaded with tears in her eyes. Rubin stared at her perplexed. "Laura?", he mumbled softly and she nodded. Tears suddenly dropped down his eyes as well, "Oh. my God, what's happening? Can't believe I met you too over here".

Yes, I can camouflage us, but with less people around we will be less likely to accidently run into somebody. I get a phone call from Red saying they were done with the liquor run. So, I pictured the vehicle they are in, and pulled it to me. It worked without a problem. The amount of liquor that they bought is crazy. I’ve never seen a backseat and trunk, full of fifths and pints before. Robby’s mouth fell open and said, “Well, this is my spot.” He joked, as he sat in the front seat of the car. With everything he still makes me smile when I’m stressed. I still have my issues bringing Orna and “Bob” over together. I know Robby does also. “Bob” is a hustler and will say anything to get what he

He had always been loyal and refused the many offers to poach him, so why was Sue doing this? Still, his phone jingled while he was left perplexed. It was a text from Sue. [Don't get paranoid. Rohan is merely a pseudonym—the kid's name is actually Robbie, and he has close ties with Mr. Frankton. He came here for Mr. Frankton in the first place. Mr. Frankton wants to be gentle and doesn't want to get rough, which was why he put up an act.] Igor was relieved at that—fortunately, Sue was not doubting him like the rest, or he would have to start contemplating his future.

My wealth is intimidating enough I don’t need to add controlling, or obsessive to the list, at least not yet. “Roman!” I flinch out of my deep thoughts, coming back to the present and seeing Robyn in front of me. When did she get here? I didn’t see her walk up. “Hey Robby” I greet her with a tired smirk. She glares at me, “You know I don’t like that nickname, Rommy” she answers annoyed, using my own childhood nickname although mine is not half as bad as hers. She has tried all sorts of methods to get Damon and me to stop calling her Robby ever since we cooked adolescence but we’ve proved stubborn. Annoying her brings some fun.

I slowly rise to my feet then undress and make my way to the "Wheel" Let me explain. One of the games Robbie loves to play is a game I named "Wheel Of Doom" so I lay down naked on a big wheel while Robbie tied my arms and legs. Once I'm tied up he pulls the wheel up and spins it around and around. Sometimes I get so dizzy I throw up but that's not the worst part though. Robbie throws knives at me trying to hit the targets around me but of course, he misses and he misses often.

he said, about to pounce on his dinner, or midnight snack. "Wait!" Robbie said, stretching out his blood-stained hands and forcing himself to get up. His face has the look of someone about to deliver a cringe-worthy speech. "Just wait." He added, visibly struggling to get back on his feet, but accomplishing it either way. "You're right about one thing... " he said with his eyes closed trying to numb the pain. "...I am almost always either Wasted or stoned. But you made one little mistake Mr. Morale…" he opened his eyes, and what laid underneath was a set of blood red ones, even darker than the ones he had when he still wore the ring. "...I'm very, very far from normal" he said with a killer

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.