Robby Rotten Novels & Stories

"I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head." The door opened again, and Robin walked in. He was a presence that demanded silence. Tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, he filled the space effortlessly. He wore a brown shirt that looked ready to burst against his chest. As a wolf-human hybrid, he was more formidable than most. He had a way of using his primal side that made even us stay on our toes. Robin’s dark eyes fell on the body on the floor. He didn't look angry, just inconvenienced. He looked at Rory. "You hit your limit for the month. No more casualties until the books reset next week."

"I deserve a reward; I did good today." Ron looked a little surprised by her display, then laughed. "That she did. She has the whole thing planned out pretty well, and is not afraid to get her hands dirty." Robin turned toward him, without releasing her hold on me. "Hands? Hell, Ron, 'dirty' is my middle name." "Slutty 'dirty' McSlutterson? That's a mouthful." He teased. Evidently he hadn't missed Sunday's shirt." "Hey! I'll be the one to judge what a mouthful is or not. And don't you forget it!"

The rain turned the mountain road to mud before we reached Rob's cabin. I chose to ride up with Shianne to catch up on pack business. My mates and Beta Antonia followed in a separate vehicle. By the time Shianne killed the engine, water was sheeting off the pines overhead, branches scraping together like something trying to get in. "This was his place?" Shianne nodded, already moving toward the porch. "Rob liked being alone." The cabin looked abandoned—rusted chain on the porch swing, empty bottles by the steps, a bike tarp snapping in the wind. But the moment she unlocked the door, I smelled him. Oil and leather and cigarettes. Wolf.

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

Jax replied with a shrug. “Awww. That nasty bitch shooed away my baby ?” I cooed as I kissed him on the cheek. “Yeah ! And that “Nasty Bitch” is standing right behind you,” Rob said using his dramatic, shrill voice to imitate his Alpha Queen. “Always there when not wanted,” I muttered under my breath. “I heard dat gal,” Rob said. “And you, missy are gonna regret it,” he said before thrusting an envelope in my hand and turning around to exit.

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

When did this guy bacame so careless? slowly treaded towards him. He was stooping soundly. Even while sleping his features were picture perfect He looked so innocent. Who would have thought that the same guy to cruelly ananconed me? I tried waking him up. "Robbi I called patting his arm. He didn't even budge. Twen will wake up in half an hour, I have to get him out of hers before that I patted with a little mois fort calling his name No answer Was he always

When compared to Logan…Roberts is outclassed, his skin is only a few shades darker than Logan's, his nose and cheeks are typical of local people. Not handsome but not bad either, but because of his thunderous charisma, according to Beth…Roberts is very attractive. Much more interesting than Logan for her. Roberts is ranked number one in Beth's eyes. 'Hopefully, the Curse of the Rotten burger gets a real Curse of the Rotten burger... huh so complicated, and then she can rest in peace with Roberts. Will the prayer that leads to cursing be answered by God? But Logan isn't a hundred percent nice either…ah…hopefully!'

"Okay, stop fighting. You're wasting my time." "Tch." "Tell us your name, Sir." Asty demanded him. "Your first name would be fine." "Robynn Falcon." he told her. "Sir Robynn—" "Just Robynn." he stretched his arms in the air. "Our ages are not that far apart." "You mean to tell me that you are somewhere of my age?" "You look young. I look young. We must be the same." "No, you're not. You are eons apart." "How old are you then, Miss Orange?"

“Yep. One AM, buddy.” I open both eyes, still squinting, but only half against the light. The other half is trying to decide if I hate him enough in this moment to murder him where he stands and whether or not Grace would kick me out over it. “Don’t ‘buddy’ me. If you were trying to die, you’re well on your way. What do—.” My words stop, caught in my throat as Rob abruptly holds up a white, flat-looking stick in front of my face.