Robby Rotten Novels & Stories

"I'm so excited you're comin' home for the summer. We can go shopping. There is a festival coming next month!" From the passenger seat, Roxy folded her ears. "You're scaring Rox," I said. "Whatever, that dog hates me." "I think she's onto something. She senses evil." "Funny. Now we need to talk about hooking your dad up with some of the moms that come to the gym." I took my exit toward the gas station. "Puh-lease. I don't want to talk about my dad's love life." "He doesn't have one. We need to get this man some action. He needs it. I can tell."

All he had ahead of him was a painful death without his family by his side. There was one silver lining in Robby’s short future though: His incubation period wouldn’t be long. The neglect he’d suffered, both at the hands of those who’d kicked him to the curb and that he’d self-imposed, had led to a serious case of pneumonia. His immune system was shot to hell. Robby was already refusing solids. His hair was falling out. The night staff reported screams coming from his room. It was all there in his notes.

_ Mary is being driven home by her Parents men, you see, they sent her here to get used to life around Russians because the Russians in the commune was becoming rife and they wanted the guards. _ TO TEACH HER HOW TO KILL THE RUSSIANS. _ The guards were two men. One was black and the other was pretending to be fully black ,he was half-Russian and half-black but his mother never told him until... _ Flashback... _ His name is Robby, Robby's mom tells him when he's 16 because she's black and says "I had sex with a Russian and then you were born, you're daddy was never black." _ Robby looks at her as if she betrayed him and then he slaps her in the face for sleeping with a Russian when her husban

“Seven. Eight. Put your hand on my cock. Ten…” Without thinking, Emma slid her hand under the table, pressing it against his hard bulge. She gave it a squeeze, just to make him stop. “There you go,” he said, grinning. “Now you see how fast this can happen. You know better than to say no. Don’t you?” “Yes… yes, I do. I’m sorry,” she whispered. Rob smiled, dark and satisfied, and pressed delete on the video. “There you go. Now you’re a former p**n star. But I can reignite your career anytime I want. Show Jason. Show your parents. Show the whole world what a filthy little slut you are.”

He did not even blink as he lied. Robby emitted a bittersweet smirk. There are traces of evidence on his face that he did not buy what Adam said, and his next words echo that. “Yeah, right. Since when did you develop a soft spot for women? Your rotten legacy is all over the world. This ‘concerned facade’ that you are putting on does not suit you.”

However, Robby pressed down on the waist of his pants and roared, "You rogue, why do you want to take off my pants? You are a bad person! Are you trying to violate a child? The teacher said that I must not let any adult take off my pants. Get out of here!" "Robby!" "Your name is Robby, right? I'm a doctor. Robby, do you often go to the toilet with your friends? Have you ever seen them pee? Don't you think that there's something different between you and your friends? I have a feeling that you might have consumed something that you shouldn't. Can you please let me have a look? If you ate something wrong, worms will start growing in your stomach!"

“Nope. He asked me to be patient.” She nodded, but her eyes lingered on me longer than usual. . . . That evening, Damon called me into his study. A file lay open on his desk — photos, notes, timestamps. “Rob’s last known location was Bushwick.” he said. “Used his card at a shady bar there. After that, nothing.” “Shady bar?” I asked. “Why would he go there?” Damon shrugged. “Maybe he was meeting someone. You know, having some fun. That place is known for its wild parties. Precisely secret sex parties,” he said with that dramatic effect.

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.

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

Thinking about that alone caused Rob to shiver. "I'm not even thirty yet. Call me Rob, that's what all my friends call me, and this big guy right here is Eric. He may look scary but he does have a marshmallow heart." "A marshmallow heart huh!" Nelly blurted it out, thinking about how cruel and hush the man was to her just the other day. " Yeah well he's the one who taught me everything I know about the music industry today." After saying that, Rob then peaked at his brother using the side of his. He wanted to see if the man wasn't angry about the small information that he had just revealed about him, only to see him casually drinking his water.