The Wild Robot Book Series Novels & Stories

Wild had never been in a house before. Taking to an airbnb as their temporary housing until Kat got better. Wild... didn't know how to describe the place other than "better." It was so strange to see a real kitchen and a living room and all the rooms told in stories, but now he was there. The couple that was housing them immediately felt bad for the animal boy, seeing how he was and how utterly confused and shocked he was to see it all. Even more so when he could make himself at home here. Home was a concept he'd never understood before. He'd never had it, but to relax on the living room couch and read was nice. He left the room mostly dark besides the lamp behind him as he enjoyed himself I

angry and scary year, how can any robot get angry, Author:: You Dumbo Harshal, he is not a robot at all, what are u doing when god is giving Brains to humans,, You first read the intro of my third chapter then u will know how Mr.Pankaj is,... Harshal:: I m not dumbo, he is not a robot then why can't he feel any pain, and y I would the intro of him .my dad said about him. so I don't need to read okay,... Author:: Fine then let me tell you, He is a very ruthless person and a most brilliant Charted Accounted also so be careful. he is silent means, Strom is on his way, hehe be careful and be safe, bye-bye

"Anyways, after you left me for dead, my love, I woke up in a stranger's house. Human and his wife. You can guess what I did to satisfy the sudden thirst that gripped me. That was my official introduction to the world of the vampires. I hated being one, but on the flip side, it meant I'd have eternity to repay the wolves for abandoning us after we helped them, the vampires for destroying my family and the witches who'd turned a blind eye. It took me ten years to master my new body and that's when I started forming my army. I started collecting rogues. Helping them. Giving them shelter. I started tracking down the Marins, Petersons and Ferrers who'd survived the massacre. I wanted to find Aid

I didn't know what kind of contract had been attached to it, but there were so many words that I didn't even want to read it. "Then just write down both your names and mine, and it's all done," Jared said, still on the line with me. I immediately scrolled to the final page of the document and filled in the blanks as quickly as I could. Suddenly, Jared began to chuckle under his breath. I genuinely still couldn't understand how his temperament could change so easily like that. All of a sudden, my computer shook violently, and its screen turned pink. Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your targ

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

Eli’s voice was a low rumble against my skin as he stood and began to unfasten his own scrubs. I nodded, my breath hitching in my throat. Slowly, Eli pressed himself against me, wet and slick from his own ministrations. The first inch slid inside, and I clenched around him reflexively, my body stretching to accommodate the impossible fullness. With careful, agonizing patience, he pushed deeper until he was fully seated. A fresh fire bloomed inside me, raw and wild. It was a sensation of total displacement, of being completely filled. Robby’s hands gripped my waist, steadying my weight as the two of them began to move.

"That's great, Richard. I know you've worked hard to complete your robot projects. Now, let's take a short break here." Richard nodded. We wandered around among the bookshelves and the few people who had also visited the library. Richard picked up two books on robots and some other books related to the new project he would be working on after this. He was calm and severe, picked a spot that worked for us, and started reading while I was still wandering around the general book section, looking at some fiction books and finally settling on a poetry book with soothing-looking illustrations. I wasn't in the mood to study business because it would make me work instead of resting like I should.

" The bodyguards agreed obsequiously, but they all had the same thought. Only Austin's workbook would remain by then. It was fortunate for him since he ranked last in the class. Then, a robot appeared in front of them. It was a humanoid robot made out of gold titanium steel. Two bulbs on its head were blinking. Austin immediately perked up. He shouted, "Hurry, catch it!" As the president's grandson, there was nothing that Austin couldn't get his hands on. He had gained an interest in the robot and wanted to dismantle it for fun. The bodyguards rushed to capture the robot; only two were left behind to guard Austin. But the robot was very agile, making it impossible for them to capture it. Aus

' she said in her mind. The black robot had once again doubled in size, looking even more terrifying, almost losing its original human form. There were cysts rising under its ribs, and then something broke out of them with Merry roaring in pain. Everyone fixed their eyes on them, which turned out to be a new pair of steel robotic arms. But they could no longer be called arms, as the ring joints and sharp heels clearly were not that of humans. They should be called chelate limbs—the chelate limbs of spiders.