Robot Dog Scooby-doo Novels & Stories

It stops before me. "Cody, wish Momma," Ezra instructs the robot. Cody? The robot named Cody starts moving its hands and legs, almost like dancing, and sings a happy birthday song. Then it pauses and pulls out a rose from its belly, which slides open like a door. The robot raises the rose at me. "Happy birthday, Momma," it says in a robotic voice. My lips part in surprise, and I playfully raise my eyes at Ezra. "That's amazing. Thank you, um, Cody."

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I had to fight with the truth. An hour later, a package arrived. It had passed through security because it was addressed to Ethan—a gift from his “Auntie Sophie” for his upcoming birthday. It was a high-tech, voice-activated robot, sleek and white with glowing LED eyes. Hidden inside the robot’s battery compartment, wrapped in a layer of anti-static foam, was a device no larger than a button. Sophie had come through. It was a military-grade recording device, capable of picking up a whisper from twenty feet away.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

the robot replied. Tiesto patted its head too. This little thing was really clever. ***

I would be too busy making it up to Luca and finding all the ways in which I can apologise for being such an idiot. You can have your fun. But I will kill him. No one messes with the people I love. I happily replied. Blake moved his head and rubbed it against my leg making me giggle out loud as his fur tickled against my bare skin. His wolf wasn't anything special. But I still thought he was beautiful with his grey fur. Except for his paws which were white with a couple of black spots on each of them. His blue eyes always stood out against his fur and I loved it when he looked at me with happiness. I even loved it when we used to disappear into the woods with each other and played around wit

Liam gritted his teeth and shifted into a massive gray wolf before throwing himself at Draco. The latter didn't dodge. He charged straight at Liam, ducking beneath the slashing claws at the last second, and ripped his razor-sharp claws through Liam's abdomen. Blood burst forth and sprayed through the air in a vivid red arc. An agonizing howl tore through the Silverpine pack as the gray wolf was sent sprawling, tumbling across the floor until he shifted back into his crumpled human form. He could no longer get back on his feet. Draco pressed a heavy paw onto his spine and looked down at him condescendingly. "Acknowledge and obey me, or die."

Kaya POV They say heartbreak makes you stronger, whoever said that never had to build a robot from scratch. It takes a few sleepless nights and a whole lot of coffee, but I get it done, and I complete my design. A hyper-realistic robot stands in front of me, Tom 2.0, six foot four, shoulders like a linebacker carved from steel and synth-skin, messy brown hair, and a chiseled jaw that could stop traffic. He opens his eyes when he senses me. “Welcome back, Sweetheart,” his voice says softly and smoothly

“Derek retracted. Said it was a mistake. Not you. Security footage—deepfake, he claims. Take the week to recover from marriage problems. Resume Monday. Paid.” Layla laughed—wet, free, loud. “Things falling into place” she said, voice light. Blake grinned, wiping solder from his hands. “One more gift” he said. They stepped outside—gravel crunching, cricket song loud. THUD. A crate hit the porch. The lid creaked open. A second robot—taller, sleeker, silver chassis, blue eyes glowing, muscles defined under silicone skin. Madison laughed. “Since you love robots” she said, “we brought an extra. Keep you and Big Daddy busy.”

“Loki went to go get some rope.” “Good,” she replies. “Shelby isn’t doing so well; we need to hurry.” “We will have you guys out as fast as possible,” I say looking down again and I see a little boy at the bottom, my eyes widening as I see he’s an ancient, “And what’s your name?” I ask him and he looks back towards Mia. “My name is Tank,” he says, looking up at me. “Hi, Tank, I’m Kane,” I say smiling, but he doesn’t smile back.