Robotic Rose Novels & Stories

He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning. Inés’ chest tightened. She wove through dancers, slipped behind velvet drapery, and followed. The corridor was empty, save him and a single door she’d never noticed. “Inside,” he said. “No gun this time?” “Door,” he repeated, colder. She stepped through. A private lounge, mahogany bar, low sofas, no windows. Alejandro shut the door. Click. He moved past her to a safe embedded in the wall. Dial spun; hinges groaned.

However, what happened instead was that Theo arranged a set of robots from the 'marvel' series, including a stuffed octopus in one place. "I'm not going to give them my rejected stuff twice." And what Rose found was her husband towering over her. Leaving Rose trying not to be affected. She joined Theo's wide stride... not wanting to be left behind, she hooked her husband's arm tightly. "Are you angry?" There was no reply. Theo walked straight on, though he did not dismiss the presence of Rose's body that continued to flank their walking position. "Theo." The two stepped sideways toward the edge. "I'm talking to you." Rose poked the skin of Theo's cheek, remembering that the man was a little

Rose quickly walked towards the door. "Wait, Rose! One kiss for one outfit!" shouted Robert with a beaming face.

"I'm not talking about a strap-on, Master. I'm talking about giving you and Chen an erection to have real sex with me. And I don't feel forced into having sex with you, sir. I enjoy your company even if I would prefer sex with Julia. Do you trust me?" "Sure I trust you," I said. "Will it take long?" "Not at all, Master. I'll be right back." Rose got up and I heard her go outside to the pool area. "Do you have any idea of what she's planning?" I asked Chen. "Not a clue, but if she can get me hard again, I'm all for trying it." Rose returned in a couple minutes with a couple of the anal vibrators I had gotten for the dice game today and a bottle of lube.

"Rose, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are a sweet, caring, and very smart woman. It will be an honor to marry you. Will you marry me?" Miller Robinson, one of the managers of ' Q SOL Software Solutions, and also the direct boss of Rose is now sitting on one knee while holding a ring in his hand. They both are surrounded by their colleagues.

"It’s alright. You can feel however you want." Before I can respond, Rose reappears, wiping her hands dry. "You can sit, lie down, stand—whatever makes you comfortable," she offers. I shift slightly, adjusting my posture. "I’ll stay like this." Rose rolls up her sleeves, her movements efficient and practiced. "Perfect. Nothing invasive—I just need a feel."

Rose turned and continued to tend to her garden. Fred looked at each rose. All healthy and red. A perfect snare for butterflies, bees, dragonflies, and any other insect or bird that dare venture into this place, including men. But he wasn't a man. He was a beast, one specifically designed for Rose's liking. "Where do your sisters stand in this?" Fred asked.

Rose’s fingers curled at her sides, her pulse settling instead of spiking as the pieces slid neatly into place. “Bad odds,” Rose said, her voice level, almost bored. The rogue in front of her huffed out a laugh, rolling his shoulders like he was about to enjoy this. “Looks good to me.” They came at her all at once, too many bodies in too small a space, confident in the numbers, confident that there was nowhere for her to go. Rose moved before they closed the distance, toward the wall, her foot hitting brick and pushing off, vaulting to the other wall. She was using the narrow space instead of fighting against it as she drove upward, her body twisting through the gap they hadn’t expected her

Red strobe lights began to flash from the ceiling, painting the sterile corridor in a rhythmic, bloody glare. "Stay behind my spine," I barked over my shoulder, my eyes sweeping the hallway for more targets. Rodah stepped out of the elevator right into the puddle of warm blood spreading across the tile. Her bare feet were stained red instantly, but she didn't scream or flinch. She gripped the SIG Sauer with both hands, her knuckles white, her green eyes fixed on the bodies. The loose black silk of her robe was damp from her own sweat, clinging tightly to the heavy curve of her hips and the dark circles of her nipples.

And yeah… Rose is finally in charge now. Watch her do her thing.