Robby Rotten Novels & Stories

“ I thought that I was allowed to take a break at least that was what Robby told me.” Robby aka Robert was another server like her in the Odd one out, with his bubbly smile and laughter green eyes he looked as harmless as a newborn deer but for reasons best known to them, his pack mates sent him to the prison on the grounds that he was a psychopathic killer. Levy talked with him, all night and even if she didn’t know much about a lot of things, she was sure that she could still identify a psychopathic murderer. Her stay in the frost gate prison has taught her at least this much.

His brown skin glistened like polished brass and his long locs were tied up in a neat ponytail. “Goodness, Taylor, but you look yummy,” said Rob with an appreciative grin. “Thanks, darling,” said Taylor, kissing Rob on the lips. “You don’t look bad yourself.” “Wait, don’t you two live together?” Asked Rachel. “He left very early this morning before I woke up,” Rob explained. “And he’s been out and about looking like a hot, juicy cinnamon roll.” Rob emphasized his words by spanking Taylor on the bum, eliciting an excited laugh from the latter.

"What are you doing in my office?" "It’s not your office, Brent," Robbin said, her voice smooth and lethal. "It hasn't been yours for the last twelve minutes. You spent so much time trying to unmask me that you forgot to watch your own ledger. You’re over-leveraged, your servers are compromised by your own illegal sabotage attempts, and your board has already voted to accept my buyout to avoid prison time." Sterling’s face went a sickly shade of grey. "You can't do this. My family started this company—"

I died on my 18th birthday. The woman who sliced open my chest with a scalpel was my mother, Erika Buckley, one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons in the country. The man who pushed the anesthetic to keep me from struggling was my father, Marcus Buckley, a renowned chief anesthesiologist. They calmly removed my warm heart and transplanted it into my brother, Caleb Buckley, whose chest was already cut wide open. I had always been his blood bank and his spare organ bank. Little did they know, my soul was floating above them, watching as my heart began to rot inside Caleb's chest.

he gave Nyx an approving nod— “you made the perfect choice. Finally becoming a man, huh?” I smirked, shaking his hand. “You talk too much for someone who’s supposed to be resting.” He chuckled, then turned to Nyx. “And you, young lady, are even prettier in person.” Nyx smiled softly. “Thank you, Mr. Rob. It’s nice to finally meet you.” “Please,” he waved a hand, “just Rob. ‘Mr.’ makes me sound old.” I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. That’s Rob—the oldest of my men. Fierce. Ruthless. Loyal to the bone. Sometimes too damn stubborn for a man without legs.

“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.

After all, he had other much bigger plans in mind. "Ohh fuck, that's so fucking good!" Robb exclaimed with a guttural sigh as he suddenly pulled his aching monstercock out of the warm wetness of Lin's throat and stepped away from the cushiony, dick-hugging valley of her cleavage. Long, thick ropes of mixed saliva and precum still connected his flexing truncheon with Lin's beautiful lips and huge tits as he smiled at the flushed, perplexed brunette.

They had been friends since they were both four and they had been through more shit than I cared to remember together - I wasn't going to let Blake be a fool and throw everything away for the sake of a stupid mistake Jayson made as a kid. Jayson may be the reason Blake's mother is dead but it's not like he wanted it to happen. Blake's father didn't exactly give Jayson a choice. It was either let the rogue onto the land or Jayson's entire family would be murdered which would then have been followed by the death of both Blake and Jamie - just as Blake needed Jayson as a kid, Jayson needs Blake as an adult. "It's Jonah. The kid you appointed Beta of Moon Shadow before we left. He attacked Jacks

Seeing how stressed I was he tried to lighten up the conversation by smiling and saying, “Ok, cool where is the liquor at? If you need him here that’s how you do it. Apparently, he really likes Jim Beam, so let’s start with that.” All I could do was laugh after that. It’s been a couple of years since Robby has had any liquor, because of the “Bob” problem. One shot is all it takes, and Robby is gone, but “Bob” is too good at playing Robby. Nobody knows the difference until he has drunk a fifth or more, than “Bob” drops the act and is total darkness and evil. Picking at me and picking at me; trying to get me pissed enough to switch myself to Orna. I’m not going to lie, just Robby can drink, he

I accepted it and drink a bit of it before the meeting started. "Today I am going to explain the case of the culprit of the terror attack." Jason started and we all started to listening. He flashed the next slide of the presentation. "His name is Robby Cana, a janitor working for the electronics company. He has no family and an orphaned since he was five years old." he explained and clicked the next slide. "His body is seen at the nearby river but the autopsy said that the body must have been submerged for months. His face cannot be recognize but they tried various DNA tests to determine the corpse and it was him." Jason continued.