Robo Nene Novels & Stories

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

Rob had shaken and called out, "Slaves to lick or kiss chest for three minutes." "Too bad it's only your chest, Master, but you probably can't get hard again so soon anyway. Not like Ron. Perhaps I should send you to Mistress Dark's so I can have an erection any time I want." I started licking and kissing his chest. Rose was doing the same for Sandra. Rose knows how to please women so Sandy was enjoying every second. The three minutes expired. Rob called out, "Lick or kiss anus for five minutes. Slaves pull back your legs."

He was calculating. “Don’t move,” Enzo shouted, waving the gun between us. “I swear I’ll shoot.” Rob’s voice was calm and almost bored. “No, you won’t.” “Try me, tough guy.” Rob stepped forward, slow like he had all the time in the world. His hand rose with his fingers slightly spread to show he wasn’t armed. “Think about what you’re doing,” Rob said. “There are cameras. Witnesses. You’re outnumbered. And if you touch her, you’re dead before her body hits the ground.”

“If you have an issue, I think you should talk to your cousin. He knows how the whole company works.” “I should actually.” I said as someone knocked on the glass door. It was Rob, he swung the door open. Rob was our youngest employee. He was the mail boy and our coffee boy. Although he was the youngest, he always acted macho around us. He was wearing a tight white plain sweater with his black skinny jeans. “Hey, miss Genesis.” He grinned at me as his dimple indented one of his cheeks. “Hey Rob.” Penny and I responded simultaneously. “Thanks for greeting me too.” Penny said sarcastically.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

The agent did as he was instructed. The robo bugs returned a message, an audio recording from Byron. “If you are listening to this, it means that your plan failed a long time ago. I caught you a long time ago. And your robo friends are dead, completely dead!” he said. “flip! How did he know? He wasn’t supposed to know!” Ben said, furious. "Byron should not be underestimated. He is smart." Said the robo controller. "He is not smarter than us,we are more smarter. Steve Have you managed to track him?"

Master Roben chuckled as he reached out his hand. “You really are an interesting man, Sir York. “A few simple words of yours were enough to calm the Aenar Temple. “I understand you have no interest in the outskirts. This is the best foundation to start our cooperation with. “Let me introduce myself. I am Roben—one of the three great elders of the Smalt Sect, and the master of the Aenar Temple.” “Roben.” Harvey reached out his hand, smiling. “I’m Harvey.” The two made contact when a surge of energy seemed as if it was trying to crash into Harvey’s body.

" What's his name?" "Rob." "When Rob comes inside you, about how close to orgasm do you think you usually are?"

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.