Bob Sheldon Novels & Stories

Her delicate fingers danced rapidly across the keyboard, her focus absolute. James sat beside her. He slipped his arm around her waist, catching the corner of the laptop to hold both it and her firmly in place. While he studied the documents Wendell had handed over, Beverly suddenly gasped in excitement. "Chief, look! Brian Blevin, the one hosting us tonight, is deeply involved with Sheldon." James set down the documents in his hand.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

I'll come find you. I blocked him on that, too. A month passed. On the anniversary of Jonah's death, I stopped at a flower shop to buy roses for his grave. Arms full of flowers, I was about to leave when a shadow stepped into my path. Sheldon. His eyes flooded, his voice breaking. "Honey, I finally found you." I almost didn't recognize him. He was gaunt, his once-perfect hair now cropped short and rough. The confident man who used to strut around as if he owned the world now looked worn down, older than his years.

Dami glared at Shina. "Okay. So...Those identities exists. I mean those three people are real. They're the current CEO of his companies. He lives a ghost life,he lives a life that only his name is feared, nobody knows he owns all these. nobody knows his face or do you?" Shina asked everyone in the room. "No" Johnmoore replied. Everyone in the room looked at him.

“Naturally, there’s no need anymore. I didn’t expect that you’d be so capable, Mr. Yarde. I’ve underestimated you.” Kayson said with a faint smile, “It’s fine. I didn’t even attend elementary school after all. Hence, I’m unworthy of the attention of a renowned international university’s postgraduate finance student indeed.” Sheldon appeared displeased and said, “Are you mocking me, Mr. Yarde?”

Sheldon agreed. "Here." Levi handed the phone to Sheldon. Taking the phone, Sheldon was cautious as if he was holding a fragile treasure. "Colonel Brown, nice to meet you. I'm Sheldon Gilbert," he greeted and introduced himself. It was not because Sheldon was afraid of Neil, but because only Neil could give him what he wanted at present. Therefore, it would help if they showed a little respect to Neil. Neil responded, "Oh, it's Mr. Gilbert. I've heard a lot about you."

She just simply took her to the cashier. I had just pulled the last shopping bag onto the bed when the knock came, short, almost lazy. But the door was already open, and when I turned, he was standing there. Nolan. I raised an amused eyebrow as I turned to look at him. He smirked at me. He leaned against the frame like he owned the entire world and didn’t care who knew it. And for a second, everything just seemed normal, out of order, out of everything that would have been considered wrong in a world like ours.

He then took his own seat beside me at the head of the table. I guess this so called party he told me about was a lie just so he could be alone with me. He probably figured that if he had asked to have dinner with me I would have said no. And he would have been correct on that one. "Wilson prepared a delicious meal, but first we are haing some salad for an appetizer untill our meal is ready." I nodded my head when Wilson brought us our salads and twob big wine glasses and a bottle fo some sort of wine I guess it was. Brian poured me a glass before setting the bottle back into the ice bucket. "I can't. I'm not of age Brian." "Don't worry Millie, It's just bubble water I proimse it's good. Str

And eventually, losing the awe and admiration of his wife, son and their friends. "Yes, leave us with the ladies, we don't mind, Georg," Abram said, smiling. A harmless joke coming from him. “But beware of the ladies, for they have something they want from you,” The Boss replied—and that wasn't a joke. The Boss asked Gina and Rhonda to take care of his good friends, Abram and Adrian, then he shook Abram's and Adrian's hands as he excused himself from the finished lunch. Once he had left, Abram turned to Gina,