Robby Rotten Novels & Stories

"Fucking rusty life." On the other hand, it was five o'clock and Robby had just arrived from work, he saw that the house was in order even though he had left it sensibly. He noticed the woman asleep on the sofa. He saw its leg and its tummy covered the pillow. "Wake up." He whispered here. "Ohh sorry! I fell asleep." he switched off the TV and sat down properly. Robby smiled at him when he saw his old Tshirt. "You look pretty with my shirt." Robby said. "But next time wear my shirt with shorts, I have a lot of boxer shorts." he added.

“Mr. James, it’s over. We… We can’t drop them! There are too many people. More than 100 big accounts, hundreds of millions of fans!” Thud! Robbie directly rolled off the sofa. The secretary on the side trembled in fright as she hurriedly ran to help him up. She said, “Mr. James, are you alright?” “F*ck off!” Robbie was enraged. He kicked the secretary away, staggered to his feet, and said, “Quickly, contact the other party and see who is targeting us! This is definitely not Beacon’s handiwork!” Robbie finally realized that he had provoked a terrible existence!

When it was 5 in the evening Arnold signaled his trusted Assistant Roasty. He had designed the robot in such a way that it couldn’t be controlled by the others and it responded to the commands given only by him. If someone else tried to control Roasty it would shut down instantly. “Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.”

I had been playing my role perfectly. The out-of-his-league girlfriend who might be tempted by someone better. Men at the event were easy. They slipped their numbers into my palm when they thought Roberto wasn’t watching. But Rob was acting strange. His usual swagger was gone. His posture was tight, his expression locked. If the man he saw wasn’t the broker, why did he look like he’d seen a ghost? “What do you mean?” I asked. “He was reported dead a long time ago. He’s my uncle,” he said, jaw clenched. The carefree Rob vanished in an instant, replaced by something colder.

He just kept his head down, mumbling, "It was all my fault." Sam continued his work. Since the deceased was me, he felt a bit more reluctant. After all, we had grown up together, like siblings. "The deceased, Laura, 26 years old. The body was dismembered and dumped by the murderer. Preliminary estimates place the time of death at dawn five days ago." Yes, that rainy night five days ago. As usual, I had followed Jack's orders to pick up Anna, who had been out until the early hours. The path to the bar was dark.

They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over the place while they fell and writhed in pain. I looked at Mr Rover in fright and I went stiff when I didn't find a hint of remorse or empathy in his eyes. Instead, he looked exhausted, like he didn't want to be there but at the same time, wanted to teach them each a lesson. With that, he turned toward the one he didn't shoot and pressed the tip of his gun against his throat while looking him right in the eyes. “So tell me, who hurt her and made her cry?” He asked, his voice still calm and the man shook all over in utmost terror whil

Wherever he was, that was my home. Love grew wildly from the depths of my heart. But my insecurity made me carefully hide my love for him. That was until that accident. In the early days of his startup, Chris was young and reckless, unaware of how to adapt. He offended countless people. After a dinner party, he was cornered by thugs from the rival company in an alley. I rushed forward without hesitation to protect him. The blow landed on my ear. My eardrum perforated. I almost permanently lost my hearing. After that, I had to wear a hearing aid from then on.

I yell at my big brother who looks kinda scary. "I'm sorry, Li. I'm going through some shit. I'm so sorry." Robbie sits on my bed, grabbing his buzz cut head with both of his hands. His muscular and tall frame almost covered my bedroom. My big brother, Robert Daniels is no good man but he's the best brother in the world to me. "What happened, Robbie? You look... stressed?" I trail off, sitting beside my brother. My fifteen-year-old mind going though a lot of things. Once Robbie told me he is involved in some illegal business including killing people.

It was a beautiful smile but it was lopsided and I could see that his eyes were clouded with alcohol. “What's the matter Rob?” I asked him. “Everything is the matter, Ari”, he replied instantly. I wondered what he was getting at. Rob had left to go meet his PR manager and he owned one of the best PR companies in the United States so I knew that whatever they had done had worked. So why was Rob like this? “I'm sorry Ariana”, he said then began to laugh.

he said, about to pounce on his dinner, or midnight snack. "Wait!" Robbie said, stretching out his blood-stained hands and forcing himself to get up. His face has the look of someone about to deliver a cringe-worthy speech. "Just wait." He added, visibly struggling to get back on his feet, but accomplishing it either way. "You're right about one thing... " he said with his eyes closed trying to numb the pain. "...I am almost always either Wasted or stoned. But you made one little mistake Mr. Morale…" he opened his eyes, and what laid underneath was a set of blood red ones, even darker than the ones he had when he still wore the ring. "...I'm very, very far from normal" he said with a killer