The Wild Robot Novels & Stories

Jason whispered in a tiny voice, a little offended by that. "I mean, look at all this..." Livvie vocalized with a wave of a hand. Then she gasped and hurried to a three-foot robot that wheeled towards their direction. "OMG! Is this an AquaBot 28?! Tía! Do you know what this is?" Evelyn frowned, tilting her head. "Uh... Nope!"

“Would you like to ask me something else, Alexander?” “Yes,” he replied, not stopping. “Tell me a joke.” Jessica laughed out loud. “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field!” “This is beautiful, Jessica. I must say,” he said. “I believe I am done with her.” “I am not,” Jessica replied. “Here is something I would love for you to see, Mr. Stone.” She said, providing the newly constructed remote for the creation. Alexander watched with keen interest, admiring how the young woman switched the creation on and off. He was surprised at the gestures the Robot could do but on demand.

And so no one heard her screams as the robot approached her. 'Please Bruno, don't do this,' she begged, trembling as he gripped her wrists again. His penis brushed her arm, a long cold length, and she shuddered. She struggled hard, but the robot had been made for defending human life, and had strength to match the strongest of assailants. Only, now he was the assailant, his fingers bruising her wrist as he dragged it to the bedpost, then looped a leather belt tightly around and fastened it securely in the notch he made with the sharp point of his artificial nails.

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.

She was being such a good girl tonight, and it almost made me smile in the middle of all this carnage. Where the hell did these things come from? These cursed rogues were supposed to stay trapped in their wolf forms for life…mindless, rotting shells. None had been sighted in any kingdom for centuries. So why now? They don't think for themselves because they are feral. They only followed whoever managed to brainwash their rotten minds. So who was hiding behind these puppets? Why wasn’t the coward showing his face? Suddenly, I felt Kira go completely still behind me.

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

Just then, a jarring voice cut through the quiet. "Oh, Ethan, always the joker." Wendy, in her glaring red gown, stood at the entrance of the hall. She strutted toward us, calling out, "Don't let him trick you! She's nothing but a tramp!" The crowd started murmuring, restless. Wendy, smug as ever, whipped out a black remote and slammed her thumb down on the button. An ear-splitting sound blasted through the air, inaudible to humans but agony for beastfolk.

The pieces of glass sparkle everywhere, tiny shards flying in all directions. Jamil flinched. Jamil is one of his trusted friends with wealth, his trusted wolf His hand lifted halfway, like he was about to block something—even though nothing hit him. But he didn’t step back. He stood still, his face tense. His usual calm and sharp eyes were filled with a mix of fear and stubbornness.

The ground shook violently. Let out a loud painful scream. It sounded like a thousand saws cutting through hard stone. The red dust on the horizon was not a cloud it was a wall of moving metal. Millions of red robots were flying through the air crashing into each other like angry bees. Behind them ten giant machines, the Harvesters emerged from the sand. Their red eyes glowed with heat that made the air move like water.

During the party celebrating my promotion, I am in the middle of cutting the cake when a positive pregnancy test report is thrown right in my face. Subsequently, my normally compliant boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, pulls my best friend, Caroline Lotter, into his arms. With reddened eyes, he says, "Winnie, for the past three years, I've stayed by your side, giving you all the emotional support you needed and the respect you deserved. "However, Carol is now pregnant with my baby, and I have to take responsibility. You've always been magnanimous, so don't be petty over a minor matter, alright? Let's part amicably." Our colleagues gasp in surprise before shooting me a look, as though I were a malic