Robby Rotten Novels & Stories

he murmured, his voice thick with venom. "I’d start slow," Roberto continued, tilting his head. "Break him from the inside first. Take everything he holds dear. His company? Gone. His assets? Seized. His name?" He chuckled darkly. "Turn it into something people spit on." He stood up, walking toward the bar, pouring himself another drink. "And then, when he has nothing left, when he’s just a shadow of himself, I’d let him rot. Let the world chew him up, spit him out, and forget he ever existed."

He ended the call and looked towards Ricardo, who was patiently waiting for him to end the call and explain the information he got. He is very excited to steal from Byron and mess with him. He has slowly become a sick bastard who is loving the cat and mouse game, but soon he will get bored of this and wants to come face to face with that guy, but until then he will just enjoy this. “What do we have this time?” Ricardo asked, his eyebrows dipping in confusion at Rob’s expression. Rob’s face shone with anger, pity, and determination. “You are not going to like what I am going to say,” Rob said, not meeting his eyes and clenching his hands tightly.

My wealth is intimidating enough I don’t need to add controlling, or obsessive to the list, at least not yet. “Roman!” I flinch out of my deep thoughts, coming back to the present and seeing Robyn in front of me. When did she get here? I didn’t see her walk up. “Hey Robby” I greet her with a tired smirk. She glares at me, “You know I don’t like that nickname, Rommy” she answers annoyed, using my own childhood nickname although mine is not half as bad as hers. She has tried all sorts of methods to get Damon and me to stop calling her Robby ever since we cooked adolescence but we’ve proved stubborn. Annoying her brings some fun.

Rob was trembling all over even as he lay sprawled on the floor, his gaze blank as his convictions vaporized. "Still going to be stubborn, Rob?" Vicky demanded icily. "I…" Rob's jaw hung open, unable to speak. Still, he was eventually hiding his face in his palm as he bawled, "H-How did this happen?! I treated him like my brother! How could he do this?!" Frank looked on in contempt at Rob's miserable breakdown. Forget being stupid—he was supposed to be the heir to one of the Four Families of Morhen, and he was crying?!

She had called the driver to come for her at the restaurant when she had a masculine voice from behind, “what is a beautiful lady doing eating alone? She turned to see who was talking to her but her face changed and she even sneered when she saw it was Robby talking. She got irritated and asked him what are you doing here are you following me there was something sinister about this guy but she did not know why her gut feeling told her he is not good. He sat next to her she lost her appetite although she was previously hungry, drank a glass of water, called the waiter, and paid her bill then she woke up and when Robby asked her why she was not finishing her lunch she flatly replied I lost my

The day before my wedding, I canceled the ceremony and went to the hospital alone for a major surgery. I ran into a doctor I knew in the hallway. She looked at me in surprise. "Mr. Santana? You were still worried last week that the surgery might affect your wedding. What made you change your mind all of a sudden? "Didn't Ms. Jenner come with you?" I lowered my head and pressed a hand against my stomach, which was hurting so badly I could barely stand it. My heart felt completely empty. "She's busy. She's downstairs with her lover and getting a prenatal checkup behind my back."

Russo said as he opened the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of juice. I snorted inwardly as I watched them in shock. "He doesn't look like a man of juice but blood. " Matt muttered, I chuckled under my breath. My gaze met the cold gazes of Amateo and Vene. I pressed my lips together. "I don't know you. You attended my wedding." I told the new guy, ignoring Vene and Amateo. "I'm Park Moretti." He said as he strode across the table and settled down at the front chair. "I joined outfit three years ago." He said.

You'll be surprised too. ~~ It started on Valentine's eve last year. I was just leaving Stephanie's birthday bash when I caught a spill of light reflecting off a red car. The driver? Easily the hottest, most well-built jock I'd ever seen. Jason Coby. A tall, smoldering chunk of testosterone and ripping muscles. He parked his car and stepped out, the sunset hitting his blond hair at the perfect angle to give him that main character halo around his face… and suddenly I felt naked.

"You're getting slow." I spin around glaring. "You're lucky I didn't break your nose." Matt just grins completely unbothered. "You fight like a raccoon." He's tall in that effortless athlete way—broad shoulders, dark hair, familiar eyes, and the kind of confidence people spend years trying to fake. Robbie's younger brother. Quarterback. Pack golden boy. Unfortunately, also one of my favorite people alive. "Missed you too," he says. I shove his chest lightly. "You're an ass."

The word comes out before I can stop it, barely a whisper. "Robbin." His smile widens. It still does not reach his eyes. "Hello, Olivia," he says. His voice is rough. Scarred. Like his throat was damaged in the crash. Like he is forcing the words out through something broken. "Aren't you going to let me in?” Robbin Jonathan. My boss. The man who sold me to the Logans. The man whose car flipped on Downtown Street. The man I watched die in a news video Chloe showed me.