Robbie Rotten Novels & Stories

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

She responded, and Ciara appeared on her screen, her smile contagious. "Hey babe!" She waved. Hailey waved back. "How was work today?" Hailey asked. "The usual, Rob puked in the office today. He messed up the office, and began crying. Said he saw a bug in his salad. God, I could literally see all the Veins on Mr Victory's face as he yelled at him. It was funny, but very disgusting." "Why would there be a bug in his salad?" Hailey asked, given it was amusing, but Rob had serious issues.

It was a sound of emptiness, of hunger. Knock. The thought was a lightning strike in Ron’s mind. Moe said to knock. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. This was his brother. His little brother. This was Robbie, who was afraid of the dark, who loved chocolate chip cookies, who had once cried when their goldfish died. This wasn’t one of them. Not yet. “Ron…” Kira’s voice was a warning note, thin with fear. Rob’s eyes snapped open. The warm, familiar brown was gone, clouded over with a milky, cataract film. There was no recognition, no thought, only a primal, fixated intensity. They were locked on Ron’s face.

She tells the guy. Rob, it sounds like a nickname or abbreviation for my name. Rob walks toward the couch that is free of people and I follow him. We both sit next to each other, and although I am dying to take a shower right now, I really want to be part of this meeting. I want to see why Rob has to be here this late to discuss business. “So where do I start?” Rob asks and Jen gives him a supporting smile. “This is Robert and he is the son of the wealthiest people on the Island, they own about twenty percent of it and he has a great experience and a business mind,” Jen helps Rob by saying what I think he intended to say.

Her eyes are only on Ronan and his agile movements again tied the roots together for the safety of the corpse. "What is it?" Robut's distinctive voice..and made Rena shudder. She no longer felt that vibration, a comfortable electric vibration whenever she is near Robut, before… now she only felt the bitterness and bitterness of rejection… even his voice made her wince in pain. Rena could also feel that when Robut looked at her, her back felt like it is burning… that part of her body is the center of Robut's attention.

The rain turned the mountain road to mud before we reached Rob's cabin. I chose to ride up with Shianne to catch up on pack business. My mates and Beta Antonia followed in a separate vehicle. By the time Shianne killed the engine, water was sheeting off the pines overhead, branches scraping together like something trying to get in. "This was his place?" Shianne nodded, already moving toward the porch. "Rob liked being alone." The cabin looked abandoned—rusted chain on the porch swing, empty bottles by the steps, a bike tarp snapping in the wind. But the moment she unlocked the door, I smelled him. Oil and leather and cigarettes. Wolf.

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.

Whatever, but he was the one in charge. Well, fuck… “I would say I’m sorry, or that’s fucked up, but speaking Alpha to Alpha, I know those sentiments don’t mean shit.” Robbie nods. “True, but I appreciate what you mean, and that’s why I’m in. I want fucking revenge for what they did. I want to rip into fuckers that thought it was fucking hilarious to kill, rape, and torture my family and friends. Not to mention that they are the reason I can’t be with my mate.” He says, with a low growl.

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.