Robbie Rotten Novels & Stories

"Hey. Wake up. Can you hear me?" Robbie walked in. He did not look rushed. He looked bored. "Hurry up," I snapped, moving out of his way. "Fix her before she stops breathing." Robbie knew his way around a needle. He had finished three years of medical school before he dropped out six years ago. Back then, he was the one who stitched us up after we ran into rivals or pushed ourselves too hard in training. He moved to the bedside and opened the kit. He did not show a hint of worry. He acted like he was fixing a piece of furniture, not a person.

“It’s all your fault! If it weren’t for you, Ava wouldn’t be dead. Fiona wouldn’t have left me. You ruined everything!” Rose screamed, begging for mercy, but he didn’t stop. Blow after blow, heavier and harder, until her cries faded into silence. When he finally stopped, he touched her face and realized—she wasn’t breathing. A hollow laugh broke from his lips, followed by a sick, satisfied smile. News of the tragedy spread that same day. People whispered that Ethan Harrington had called the police himself. That before they arrived, he’d transferred all his assets to the Moore family’s name, then stabbed himself in the stomach.

Jax replied with a shrug. “Awww. That nasty bitch shooed away my baby ?” I cooed as I kissed him on the cheek. “Yeah ! And that “Nasty Bitch” is standing right behind you,” Rob said using his dramatic, shrill voice to imitate his Alpha Queen. “Always there when not wanted,” I muttered under my breath. “I heard dat gal,” Rob said. “And you, missy are gonna regret it,” he said before thrusting an envelope in my hand and turning around to exit.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

“Why are you out here alone, Van?” He opened his eyes and looked up at the man who had spoken. It was Demani’s uncle, the eldest of Lola Val’s three children, Uncle Lau. He was the father of the twins, Maureen and Coreen. A bit stout and already balding, he was holding a bottle of the family’s favorite organic beer.

he murmured, his voice thick with venom. "I’d start slow," Roberto continued, tilting his head. "Break him from the inside first. Take everything he holds dear. His company? Gone. His assets? Seized. His name?" He chuckled darkly. "Turn it into something people spit on." He stood up, walking toward the bar, pouring himself another drink. "And then, when he has nothing left, when he’s just a shadow of himself, I’d let him rot. Let the world chew him up, spit him out, and forget he ever existed."

It was a beautiful smile but it was lopsided and I could see that his eyes were clouded with alcohol. “What's the matter Rob?” I asked him. “Everything is the matter, Ari”, he replied instantly. I wondered what he was getting at. Rob had left to go meet his PR manager and he owned one of the best PR companies in the United States so I knew that whatever they had done had worked. So why was Rob like this? “I'm sorry Ariana”, he said then began to laugh.

When compared to Logan…Roberts is outclassed, his skin is only a few shades darker than Logan's, his nose and cheeks are typical of local people. Not handsome but not bad either, but because of his thunderous charisma, according to Beth…Roberts is very attractive. Much more interesting than Logan for her. Roberts is ranked number one in Beth's eyes. 'Hopefully, the Curse of the Rotten burger gets a real Curse of the Rotten burger... huh so complicated, and then she can rest in peace with Roberts. Will the prayer that leads to cursing be answered by God? But Logan isn't a hundred percent nice either…ah…hopefully!'

“Mr. James, it’s over. We… We can’t drop them! There are too many people. More than 100 big accounts, hundreds of millions of fans!” Thud! Robbie directly rolled off the sofa. The secretary on the side trembled in fright as she hurriedly ran to help him up. She said, “Mr. James, are you alright?” “F*ck off!” Robbie was enraged. He kicked the secretary away, staggered to his feet, and said, “Quickly, contact the other party and see who is targeting us! This is definitely not Beacon’s handiwork!” Robbie finally realized that he had provoked a terrible existence!

she immediately stops whatever she's doing. I smiled wryly and said, "Well, Rowan saw me and was about to approach me when I pretended to fall as if I was stupid or something. Then Robin indirectly helps me by calling him. I was saved!" Rosie gasped and eyed me intently. "Robin help you? That's impossible!" she sounds shocked or something... Huh? What's with that reaction, Rosie? "Why?" I was confused at Rosie's reaction. "Robin won't care about someone like us. Most of the time, he would do whatever Rowan wanted to do and that included disrespecting maids he took an interest with." Rosie explained.