Bob Incredible Novels & Stories

"Security was supposed to escort you out of the building." ​"Security is a joke when the Chairman is your benefactor," Lucas sneered, stepping into the light. He held a crumpled envelope in his hand—likely his final payout from my father that had just been frozen by the board’s emergency lockdown. "You think you're so smart. You think you're the hero. But you're just a bitch who doesn't know how to share."

The guy roared grabbing his shirt and shaking him violently. “Eddie.! Eddie.!! Eddie.!!! The people around the table began to cheer and the attention of the other patriots were also attracted. Paul was the only one still ignorant of what was happening as he was glued to his phone with air pod in his ears. “Isn't this Eddie Murphy, the number one crime boss of the city.? “Who's the young man that annoyed him.? He's certainly not walking out of here with his life today” “I heard that yesterday, someone offended him at a party and he had the person's left hand chopped off”

I would serve this in a meal for Millie and I to share. I then disposed of his body out back. No one would do anything to me because I have power here and control. No one will mess with a cannibal. By the time the next day rolled around I had kept the nurses's flesh in my small freezer no one had known about that I would keep in my room. I was mising my Millie but I knew that she would be back. As the days passed by and I waited patiently but anxiously for her return when the day finally came I smiled brightly. "Hey Brian, I'm feeling better. How was your week?" She asked me. "Dreadful my dear, but I have something for you." "You do?" Millie said smiling in more of a surprise way not like an

Krystal's resolute nod reinforced our commitment to follow his advice, understanding the necessity of maintaining a low profile in this volatile Following Krystal's lead, I followed her towards the bar, the familiar strains of Bob Seger's "Main Street" resonating through the air. The choice of music only confirmed what I had already suspected – we were indeed in a biker bar. In my mind, Fat Bob had always been associated with images of Harley-Davidsons, cold beers, and Tom Cruise's infamous underwear dance. Little did I know that tonight, I would be adding toothy strippers to that rather eclectic mental picture.

Bob was a retired mafia lord, he had taken on the job as a police tons of decades ago after a close swipe at death. “What a pleasure to see you again Lucas.” His voice trudged through the sly moans of the ladies standing beside him. I sat at the other end of the room, my gaze firm. “Thought I'd stop by and visit my old guy before he dies while having another orgasm.” I threw a joke and watched as he laughed heartily, his moan evolving into a cough. “Wine!” I ordered and the bartender rushed over to me with a wine glass and a bottle in his grasp. I took the glass and was about taking a sip when my eyes caught the figure of one of the strippers.

He muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching in his mouth, and I narrowed my eyes at him before scoffing. "You were away, remember? I would have told you everything if you weren't away." "I know… I just still can't believe that Madonna had been the one Bobby had been talking about.“ "Who is Bobby?“ I asked. He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Bobby is my source that told everything about your background. He is a man who is responsible for all the affairs going on in the werewolf world. He has people everywhere that give him information on how every pack operates. Then he goes reporting it to the king. So basically, he is the king's watchful eye.“

Seeing how stressed I was he tried to lighten up the conversation by smiling and saying, “Ok, cool where is the liquor at? If you need him here that’s how you do it. Apparently, he really likes Jim Beam, so let’s start with that.” All I could do was laugh after that. It’s been a couple of years since Robby has had any liquor, because of the “Bob” problem. One shot is all it takes, and Robby is gone, but “Bob” is too good at playing Robby. Nobody knows the difference until he has drunk a fifth or more, than “Bob” drops the act and is total darkness and evil. Picking at me and picking at me; trying to get me pissed enough to switch myself to Orna. I’m not going to lie, just Robby can drink, he

"If you'd like to hold on while I quickly make a check. In the meantime, have a seat, and perhaps, consider other choices if you like" " Alright," Bob pulled out his wallet and pulled out 500 bucks. He'd already received information and needed to act regularly as he could to prevent being suspected. " For a bottle as well" Bob added. " Very well, sir. what would you like?" The girl took the money with a sly smile, thinking Bob was a regular class worker who just cut the paycheck and was here to squander a fair amount. Not that she was complaining anyway... " Cognac" Bob replied calmly.

— Bob, you shouldn't be resting. He looked up, a mischievous smile forming on his face. — I couldn't miss this show, boss. — He tossed a kernel of popcorn into his mouth. — Congrats, it was more entertaining than anything on TV. — I was the one who told him. — Ícaro added, pointing at Bob with his thumb. — He promised me 500 dollars to know the day. I sighed and reached out for the bowl. I grabbed a handful of popcorn and ate it unhurriedly.

I tell him with more assurance than I feel. Bobby is one of the gentlest souls I know. He may look like a teenager but he's actually pushing thirty. His mental capacity is that of a young teenager. He's the heart of this team because in his eyes the players can do no wrong. I'd also put him up against any equipment manager in the league. His OCD is the best thing that ever happened to a locker room for me.