Robby Rotten Novels & Stories

“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.

Something about him felt wrong. Dark. Heavy. “What do you want from me?” I snapped. “What am I doing here? Who are you?” My voice cracked at the end, but I didn’t stop. “Easy, easy….curious,” he said amusedly. “Let’s take it a step at a time, piccolo.” Piccolo? “I’m Roberto Black—” he paused, then smirked. “No. Scratch that. Just Roberto.” The name slammed into me. Roberto. Black.

Arjuno's words are followed by several cries from the family. Ronan looked for Robut, the man stood straight with a straight face near Nero. He knows that Robut is a beta…and his position is next to the alpha. However, even Alpha Nero looks sad over Robina's passing… Robut, who is Her older brother, doesn't show any sadness at all.

Rob looked down at my shoe and then looked at me with a mean look on his face, "Don't think that you're going to run out and buy a new pair tomorrow! You spend all of our money on clothes and shit while I work my ass off to keep a roof over our head. I can't even get your ass to go to work!" I stood there in shock. I don't know why I was shocked. I should know that nothing is across the line for Rob, but somehow I still get shocked. I could feel my face turning a bright red, and sweat broke out on my neck. I had not bought myself anything new in a little over a year, but this was Rob's way. Make everyone think badly of me even though he wants them to admire my looks. Rob is seen as the good

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.

“What—“ Rob was about to continue conversing with me, but Sir Troy suddenly butted in. “You wanted to say something to me?” Rob’s casual smile immediately flattened at the boss's strict tone. I looked at him and he was wearing that boss-face he always had during work and business events. And it was weird, but for once, it reminded me he was still the boss I had been working with which people call ‘the Devil’. He’s scary. And it’s scary how I momentarily forgot about that. I shook my head. No! I can't let his kisses mush my brain!

she replied with guilt in her voice. Clearly, she was not told of any lady, but the man assumed that she should know everything that goes on her domain. “you are fired mrs. Robi, clear you table and hand over to your assistant immediately. Having said that he went back to his office. And took down the bulb, he wanted to know what transpired in his absence, but when he looked closely at the bulb, he found out that it has been tampered with. “what! He exclaimed to his assistant, “Rohan has played me, he sent the girl to come and spy me, Oh! Rohan is a dead man.” He fumed.

His expensive suit jacket was torn at the shoulder, and dried blood streaked his rumpled white shirt. He looked nothing like the powerful man she had once known. He looked like a man who had just lost his entire world. Sara ran toward the door. As Roger reached the threshold, his knees gave out. She caught him, straining under his weight. “What happened?” She already knew the answer, yet she asked anyway. Damon had clearly crushed Roger. Her only shield had been shattered. She could only hope Damon truly believed in her faked death. Roger lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot from sheer exhaustion. He hadn't even stopped to change his clothes, having barely escaped Damon’s men.

I studied his face as he spoke. He looked tired. The bruising from Dante's fists combined with what looked like genuine exhaustion gave him an almost haggard quality I'd never seen on him before. Rob had always had that polished, untouchable quality of someone who'd never faced real consequences for anything—that easy confidence of someone who moved through the world expecting things to work out for him. That quality was notably absent right now. He looked like someone who had been confronted with himself and hadn't loved what he'd seen.

he waved his arm. “Of course I am real, my cute little Jennie here really did a good one in keeping us a secret,” he grabbed onto my hand as he gave a light hearted laughter. Little Jennie? No one’s fucking called me that since high school. “Oh well, you missed starters, but you came just in time for the main course mr-?” “Rob, Dimitri Rob” his voice resonated. Everyone got settled in. It felt so real, the dinner, Rob by my side, I never believed I could pull this off.