Bob Slap Battles Fanart Novels & Stories

- Jimboy Art only look downward for a second his eyes are trembling and watery then suddenly he talks "sorry, but I can't let my sister there without doing anything!"- Art Art already lost his composure and planning to run now towards Bhea! but before he moves Papa already block his way and *PAK!!* Papa slaps Art! "Papa!"- Dessa Art is currently in the verge of crying his swollen face was completely red due to the power of the slap from father he just stands there after slapping Art hard "I know it is hard to accept it, but if she is really alive there do you think those ferocious zombies let her live?"- Bobby

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I would've used Magnolia to gain control of Sacconity, then gotten rid of those two old geezers. "But no, you just had to show off at the birthday banquet and attract that old hag from the Saccone family. How could things not fall apart?" Nevaeh tried to argue, but Camden was visibly annoyed as he cut her off, "Enough! Mag, for the sake of what we once had, we'll let you go if you agree to cooperate and convince them to give us 300 million."

I said nothing and just stared at his face, suddenly feeling a wave of nostalgia washing over me as I longed for our college days again. He seemed to notice the cuts and bruises left on my face after getting into a fight with Johann, and I detected a flicker of anger and heartache in his eyes for a moment. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Wait for me to come back, Nancy." Just then, Johann suddenly emerged from the bathroom, with droplets of water still dripping down his body. He approached me. I couldn't help but take a few steps backward and hide the phone behind my back.

I stared at my phone, and the picture of Connor and I kissing in my car before we left to go nap at his house. Someone had taken the picture through one of the classroom windows by the looks of it. There was only a single caption over the photo. Guess who's the ultimate fuckboy? "What the hell is this, why would someone do that?" Connor shrugged towards me, a bewildered look on his face. "I know right, they took away the snapchat hotdog filter, and now this!?"