Robbie Sells Rex Victorious Novels & Stories

"Twenty billion for a used omega? We’re spending a fortune on literal garbage just to get a pup." "Trash or not, she has a job to do," Robbie said, his voice dropping to a cruel chill. "Maybe I’ll see how much pressure a pureblood can actually take. I’ve been looking for a new subject to test my equipment on." Ripley grinned. "Now that sounds like a better use of the money." They weren't joking. Ripley and Robbie weren't blood brothers, but they might as well have been. They were the most brutal warriors in our pack, famous for breaking anything—or anyone—that got in their way.

Baby Robbie's eyes lit up as he grabbed a loudspeaker, calling out at the top of his voice like a street performer. "Look over here. We’re having a clearance sale for our rough stones today. Seize the opportunity and grab the best deals for these rare rough stones.” Soon, a group of people gathered around and started asking with great interest, “What’s the clearance price for them?” Baby Robbie said, "These inferior rough stones will cost 400,000 per piece. There are only 60 pieces, so there will be no more once they’re all sold out.” "400,000? That’s much cheaper than usual."

Did I mention he looked like Lamy? Weird! Fuctard! It was my turn. It pointed at Candice and I asked her to slow dance with West so she'd feel the way I felt when Mr horny was using me to ease his stupid self. I smiled like the devil's twin sister, but Candice was excited like the fuck? They began to sway to the song I was playing from the speakers, rainbow by Sia. They swayed gracefully then it became dirty. Candice was obviously using her body to rub his groin with a foxy smile on her face.

Wommie passed it to Jaxon, then resumed his stance. "Roberts wants to meet at the Noble Pursuits Auction tomorrow by noon," he added. As Jaxon scrolled through the tablet, images of rare and intricately designed firearms filled the screen. He gave a slight nod before raising his gaze to Wommie and handing the tablet back. "I’ll be there. Should I prepare for any surprises?" Jaxon asked. Wommie chuckled dryly. "Why would you even say that? I’d never send you to a client with surprises. Your father—"

“I guess we have a winner for the auction tonight. Five hundred thousand from Mr Lewiston for the d…” “Two million” a very deep, cold, and unexplainably spine chilling voice unexpectedly called out from the crowd, and loud murmurs exploded in the crowd when that amount was bidded over my head. “Does anyone want to take over from the two million? Gentlemen?” Madam Horton asked, her voice also filled with shock, and when I heard the men sighing in defeat, I knew it was game over. I'd been sold off. “That's it for the auction. Two million from Mr Rover for the doll” she announced to end the night, and with that, I heard the click clack of her heels again before it faded away.

Victoria bowed after she stood up. "You don't have to stand up, we are even and I don't mind," Mr Richard replied. "Thank you Sir!" Victoria replied and sat down. "You are the agent in charge of the house I requested to buy, right?" Mr Richard asked. "Yes Sir!" Victoria replied. "Where is your Assistant, you seem to come alone," Mr Richard said. "He is here," Victoria replied and pointed at John who was still standing after he stood up earlier with Victoria. "Good day Sir!" He greeted me with a bow.

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The name is mounted clearly on the top of the skyscraper and I have to squint to see it clearly. I'd never paid much attention to Mr. Robinson's work until today. The way the corporately dressed workers swarmed him going, "Mr. Robinson, the test drive at the white house was a success." "Mr. Robinson, we hit over 200,000 sales as of yesterday." "The Robin has grabbed the attention of The Uber Company, Mr. Robinson." And the way he stated out instructions calmly, always in control. Half of the men approaching him or just passing by gave me a good oggling and a little too suggestive stare, making me duck my head.

I kept going through the rack, hoping I could find something less than fifty dollars. "Excellent. Thank you," the woman replied, turning and then heading back to the counter. That was not the response I had been expecting. I frowned slightly and looked at Robbie. He was leaning against the clerk's checkout counter, a self-satisfied smirk filling his face. His green eyes danced with amusement. I stopped looking at the dresses and walked up to him. "What did you just do?" He puffed up like a satisfied peacock with a cocky grin. "Robbie..." I put my hands on my hips and gave him my best no-nonsense look. It worked well on Avery and since he was really just an overgrown child, I hoped it would w

These women wrote on various campaign boards all around the globe. The company needed revamping. Later that year, the CEO of the company Mr. Stewards was attending the Christmas party of one of the most famous billionaires in the United States which of course, Mr. Mike Ross was privileged to attend the same. Apart from the party or celebration itself, the owner of the company was also looking to get his honorable and well-to-do guests to taste his wine to know whether if he took it into the market, the people would the same network and would be willing to get the wine for the same price.