Robots Rodney Copperbottom Novels & Stories

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.

Orlanda’s shadow lay still behind it, her tiny rebellion enough to bring Queen’s wrath down like a blade. “Well, little bird,” Rob muttered under his breath as he turned and headed for the kitchen, the empty tray still in his hand. “I guess this is goodbye.” The house fell silent behind him, except for the steady beat of footsteps and the faint click of the lock, waiting for its next victim. ***

Although I was aware that the figure before me was merely a robot, I couldn't help but feel the crushing shame sweeping over me, leaving my face burning with embarrassment. 008 didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He kneeled beside me and gently pulled me into his arms, saying, "I've detected an injury, Ms. Zeller. I'm going to switch to first-aid mode now. Please remain still as I conduct a full-body scan." 008 was a robot specifically designed for me by my in-laws. He was designed to look exactly like Kenneth but with an even more idealized physique. His skin, crafted from a special synthetic material, was indistinguishable from human skin.

Who to serve and couldn’t neglect. The Alpha of this pack is Roland Golden. He is the most powerful alpha in the entire empire, next to the Emperor. They were rivals after all. The Alpha has two sons, Robin, the future alpha, and Rowan. As of now, the two were not in the territory. They were staying at the Elites Academy in the capital. Among the two, Robin is the most ruthless and powerful. The maids said that we couldn't neglect his orders or we would be punished severely.

Despite her better judgment, she couldn't deny the strange pull she felt towards him. "Be careful, Roberick," she warned, trying to sound firm, though her voice wavered slightly. "Playing with fire can get you burned." Roberick's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and excitement. "Oh, I'm well aware of that," he replied, his grip on her waist tightening ever so slightly. "But I find the thrill worth the risk." With an exasperated sigh, Cynthia rolled her eyes, unimpressed by Roberick's remark. She found it difficult to keep up with his ever-changing demeanor. Roberick chuckled, seemingly amused by her reaction.

The figure said dreamily. Everyone present was still confused by the drama playing up in front of them but they chose to keep quiet and watch. Adam's next words shocked them beyond words. " My daughter here will be your boss and friend. " " Oh? " " Yes. " " That's beautiful! " The figure grinned happily before walking towards Jemmy and introducing herself to her. " Hello, Sis Jemmy, I am Robot Emmy, the first human-robot ever made by Standford International. " She courtesied.

[VECTOR] “Enough is enough!” Roberto Sandri, the septuagenarian leader of the Sandri empire, slams his cane against the pristine marble floor, demanding the rapt attention of those gathered around the expansive circular table. His eyebrows furrow in frustration and his voice booms through the room, commanding respect and authority. It’s clear that he’s reached the end of his patience, and his sharp words leave no room for argument or negotiation.

“I’m the one in charge here. Isn’t that obvious?” I knew that Cyrus was the ringleader, and these other assholes were under his orders. But I wasn’t afraid of him. He infuriated me and I couldn’t wait to get a piece of him on a stake. But I needed to keep myself calm before my anger got me killed. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” another man said, stepping beside Cyrus. He was an older gentleman with a long white trench coat and a stethoscope around his neck. “I’m Dr. Robert Tanner. You can call me Rob.”

As Lin lazily strutted before him, running her fingers along the contours of a weird-looking metal sculpture all the while, Robb was literally hypnotized by the spectacle of her big juicy buttcheeks jiggling and swaying away for his visual pleasure. Despite having stolen many hungry glances at it during the modeling session, that was the first time he could take a close, nice and long look at Lin's pillowy booty. Much to his delight, Lin's epic bubble-butt seemed to get even more spectacular the more he let his eyes drink in its full, perfect roundness and its mouth-watering, mesmerizing bounciness.

“Why aren’t you anxious at all, then?” Baby Robbie chuckled. “That’s your son, not mine. Of course, I can’t feel the same pain as you when you lose your son.” Grand Old Master Yorks was dumbfounded once more. He stood up and rushed to the back courtyard this time. Jordan and Baby Robbie were the only ones left in the living room. They both stared at each other. Jordan knew that Baby Robbie was once a Rank 5s secret agent in the military intelligence division and could retreat completely amid hails of bullets in crisis. He was certainly not a pure and innocent child as the facade he put up.