Bob And Opheebop Novels & Stories

𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 The cold breeze brushed against my skin as I stood on the rooftop of the office building, a steaming cup of coffee in my hand. The city stretched out before me, its lights twinkling like tiny stars against the dimming sky. But my gaze wasn’t really on the view; it was distant, unfocused, as my mind replayed the heated confrontation with Sophia and Saniya.

My phone rang again - it was Poppie. “Hello Poppie, how are you?” “Ms. McBride,” she said excitedly. “Did you see...um...I just received...uh..Did you know about..” Poppie was so shocked, she didn’t know what to say. “Yes Poppie, it is your compensation for what you had to do through. I’m so sorry sweetheart, I didn’t expect that to happen to you and I truly apologize. I know that money can’t take away the pain and suffering he caused you, but I hope this can at least compensate for the time you had to be in his presence.” I said. I liked Poppie. I knew I would.

Cathe and her mother sat waiting for Audrey. Cathe's mom looked up first as she sighted Audrey. "Finally," she said with a broad smile."We were starting to think those little angles had tied you up." They nearly did mum. They both wanted three stories and three songs. Lèa said my voice isn't as good as the lady they see on YouTube." Cathe laughed. "She's brutally honest already. I like her." Cathe mom passed Audrey a cup of tea."So tell us, dear. How was life over there? You left barely yourself and returned as someone else entirely."

The alley smells like rust and garbage. I swallow as I resume talking to him, “I've never been anything else, Ethan.” I slowly realize the man i used to be doesn't exist anymore. Footsteps echo past the alley as some group of Alpha’s voices come through. “Did you see that omega earlier?” A whistle follows . “Yeah, dropped the boss like it was nothing.” Another laughs roughly. “Bounty hunters would pay a lot of money for one like that.” The words slide into me like poison. “One that fights back, that gives as much as he can take.” Someone says. “That's rare.”

Hung up. William looked around. I sank lower. For a second, I swore his eyes flicked my way... maybe just paranoia. Tugging my baseball cap down, I finally felt a little safer. The smell of fried cheese curds from a truck nearby had my stomach growling. I watched them: snacking, watching street shows, Brittany trying on accessories while William stood there smiling like the perfect boyfriend. They looked like a couple. Something twisted in my gut. Guess this is how Batman felt when Robin got a girlfriend.

“Angela and I realized that we’ve been so focused on merging the families and setting up the wedding, we haven’t actually taken a moment just for us.” “And you two are busy with school, and we know how much you value your social lives,” Mom added, glancing at Austin, who just kept slicing his chicken. “So, we’re going on a trip!” Brock announced. “Just a short one. I felt a surge of panic. “A trip? Like, for how long?” “Just a week,” Mom said brightly. “We’re flying out Saturday morning to the Bahamas. We booked a tiny little resort on a private island. No phones, no work, just us!”

His friends burst into laughter and pulled chairs beside us. “Hi! I’m Trigger. That’s Uno, and the guy with the mole on his forehead is Steven. The four of us go way back with Clyden,” Trigger said, casually grabbing a piece of chicken from Clyden’s bucket. “So… how did you end up dating this idiot?” Clyden shot him a glare. I just shook my head and continued eating. I didn’t want to get dragged into their nonsense. “Bro, I don’t think Miss Gaea even likes you,” Uno teased. “Look at her—she cares more about her fried chicken than you.”

More comfortable. "Dr. Morrison was right," he says. "We needed shared experiences that aren't heavy. This felt normal. Good normal." "We did three things. Cooking, comedy show, hiking. Homework complete." "So what now?" "Now we keep doing it. Building more than just the hard stuff." His phone buzzes. He ignores it. "You're not checking that?" I ask. "It's Saturday. Whatever it is can wait until Monday." "Who are you and what have you done with Damien Voss?"

Rhea’s POV I was standing in the middle of vultures. That’s the only way to describe it: a room full of people dressed like royalty who looked at me like carrion. I kept my spine straight and my face pleasant, sipping wine that had gone sour hours ago on someone’s tongue but was apparently still “vintage” enough to serve, and letting the music carry me somewhere else for a minute. The band played something low and moody, the kind of sound that made the ice in everyone’s glasses seem to clink in rhythm. Then, suddenly, I felt shadows crowd me from every side, cutting off the music like a door had been shut.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.