Bimbofication Caption Novels & Stories

Robin's gaze shot to me, full of doubt and suspicion. When I finally spoke, my voice was quiet yet cut through all the noise. "Are you talking about the bank account you opened with my ID? "It's laughable you'd resort to such a desperate lie. Last month, you withdrew money from that account when you bought a Hermes bag for Andrea, didn't you? So, who exactly is taking kickbacks? Shall I produce the bank statements or retrieve the withdrawal records?" I stared at Norman, enunciating each word. His face grew paler with each question asked.

ZF-BOSS, still hysterical, stared at Kevin. Mmmph… Kevin… Critic… Rival… Content…! Bima smiled. His limp still throbbed, but he didn't care. He had leveled up. He had found love. He had exacted his revenge. And he would change the world with Indomie. ZF-BOSS approached Bima, its camera rolling, its red eyes glowing with the madness of content creation. Mmmph… Hero… Indomie… What… next… recipe…? Content… awaits…!

I don't even notice the European accent in his voice. "Excuse you? I am NOT a bimbo. Don't ever call me that again," I clarify. Calvin tries calming me down, but I am already seeing red. Men like him piss me off. Stan, seeing me get angrier, raises his hand and politely apologizes. He then explains himself. "In my language, bimbo means little child. You are merely twenty-seven. Meanwhile, Calvin and I are in our thirties," Stan's clarification makes a lot more sense. I take a calming breath and allow the anger to dissipate.

"Why does the idea of her hating you make you want to break things? Especially breaking things with Nubian?" I look down at my hands. He's right. They are shaking. "This is crazy," I tell him. "I barely know her." "It happens," Bimbo says. His voice is so loud now it's like he's speaking out loud. "Stop." "You know she's probably your mate." "Stop!" I roar out loud this time. But Bimbo won't stop. His crescendo keeps rising. It feels like he is merging into my reality. It feels like he's becoming another physical entity

There’s something I think is a signature at the bottom: a circle crossed with two lightning bolts, but it could just be more senseless scribbling. My cheeks heat. Surely this is some kind of joke the council is playing on me? To taunt me for my losses? I crumple up the paper in embarrassment. How could I be so stupid to hope that my mum wrote to me? “Fuck this” I say angrily, throwing the paper hard in the direction of the door. A boy’s toned hand reaches out and catches it. “I have a better idea,” he says, an amused look on his face, “You could fuck me instead.”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,