Bob Sheldon Novels & Stories

"I love you, Bianca. I know this is tough. You hearing about shit like this before I get a chance to explain sucks, but I promise you I won't ever hurt you." "What's her name?" She demanded, making him frown. "I wanna know." "Shelley. She's an intern at the Chicago Sun-Times. She co-interviewed me earlier last year, and we went out a few times. Anytime there's a press conference in Chicago she's there, so that's why and how I run into her sometimes, but it's over now." His face leaned into Bianca's, and he brushed his lips gently against hers. As unsure of this as she still felt, she wanted so badly to believe him. "I love you," he whispered against her mouth. "Please tell me you believe me

A 'btoom' sound was heard, and Bob was seen kneeling before Lucas. "Lucas, please spare my life. I don't wanna die, I'm begging you." "Pa pa pa!" Bob started to slap himself after speaking, thinking that it might make Lucas change his mind and let him off the hook. Bob had finally managed to become the president of the Anchorage Base City Council, and his interesting life was just about to unfold. Naturally, he did not want to die so soon. Lucas gave a faint smile. 'If getting on your knees and pleading would allow you to be forgiven, what would the purpose of my existence be?'

"Karnasian, as in I'm from the planet Karnas Prime. It's the capital of the Karn System." "Ahhh..." I nodded. "Emerson, Lake, and Palmer." "What? I'm serious, Bobby!" "You're just under a lot of stress," I decided, putting my arm around her shoulders and kissing her hair. "I understand, believe me. You've been so busy with the wedding and..." "Does this look like stress to you?" Shelly asked, lifting the skirt she wore. "What happened to your, uh ... balls?" "My body stopped making male hormones," she said, both of us looking down at the very small scrotum hanging beneath a much smaller penis than I remembered.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

She wanted him to see all the things in a certain order, so he would. He pressed play, and continued listening to the conversation between Delbert and Ben. He had heard all this before, he was eager to move to the next item. He froze when he heard The Sherrods. He paused and moved the audio some seconds back. “Robert Sanders wants to be President. He does not like the Sherrods. His plan is to take them out on their next annual vacation. All of them.” He felt a chill run up his spine. This confession had been gotten out of Ben, months before that trip Skylar lost her life.

uncle Bob let out a soft sigh. “Yes, you don’t look surprised dad, nor you, uncle Bob. I guess he already told you. I am sorry, I didn’t know that my usual light shove would be that powerful to hurt him. And do you know what dad, uncle Bob? All the while I was questioning myself, thinking I had become a monster overnight…” “Stop this Eleanor and go to your room.” Uncle Bob tried to shut me off.

"Miss Chesire, Mister Kane, it's me, Sheldon!" Alexander raised an eyebrow, casually putting away his phone. He waited until Amber had donned her robe, completely concealing her perfect and alluring figure, before opening the door and letting Sheldon in. "Miss Chesire, Mister Kane…" Sheldon greeted nervously, his arms holding a laptop. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he cautiously walked up to Alexander and Amber, placing the laptop on the living room table. Sheldon looked remorseful. "Just now, Kent and Waldo came to see me, and they..."

Clinton stood beside me as the instructor set up the board. As we climbed onto the board, Clinton took the lead. He positioned himself first, feeling out the balance and control of the flyboard. With a powerful surge of water from the jets, he lifted off the surface, rising into the air with ease. I watched, breathless, as he soared above the water, his movements smooth and confident.

Sheldon's figure appeared behind Nashon. As the ex-leader of South Light, Sheldon had been staying discreet ever since he had arrived in Wolsing despite his high social status. He was so discreet that many had almost forgotten about his existence. "Uncle," Nashon turned around and greeted Sheldon with a nod, revealing a meaningful smile.