Bob With Hidden Undercut Novels & Stories

They dated other people but it never turned serious. I touched my forehead when Honey combed my hair frontwards. I tapped her hands. She probably forgot that i'm not Bobby. "I'm Rose," she nearly jumped when I stopped her by holding her hands. She met my teasing eyes but she averted her eyes away immediately. She turned around but her blushing face didn't escape my eyes. I looked at Bobby's direction and my jaw dropped when he styled his hair using a wax and combed it up to the left. He wore a black shiny earring. He was also wearing a tight polo shirt paired with his brown torso.

"That was the warm-up. Nice right hook by the way." I glared at him for him to only chuckle and give me a side smile. Without skipping a beat, he squats down swinging his leg out and swiping me off my feet. My butt crashing to the ground. I felt my face turning red with heat and anger building up from the embarrassment. I almost wanted to train with someone else. I hated looking weak and fragile in front of him. Was that an Alpha thing? Getting up to my feet he started to swing at me. Bobbing and weaving, I took a few body shots and knocked him back a few steps. Without hesitation he came back and clocked me in the temple sending stars to circle around my head.

“Girl, I told you. You got here because of the love between me and Dallas. Accept that we aren’t dried up raisins. I mean I’m not a dried-up old raisin. I still got it. That’s why I have bob.” “God mom! Seriously, you have a boyfriend already? Have you been cheating on dad? I wanna meet this bob! So, I can murder him with my bare hands.” Rowan looked at her confused. “I never cheated on your father. Bob is another name for my Battery Operated Boyfriend. I mean a sex toy.” “I really am going to be sick. Thank you for that extremely sick and disgusting visual. I wanted to believe you were a saint not a vixen.”

He bowed, waved, and smiled at everyone. Bob was a veteran in the underworld and because of his buck teeth, he was also known as Buck Bob, but no one dared to call him that in his face. Those who called him Buck Bob in his face were either dead or in a coma. There was someone else who followed Bob up on stage—Haiden! Haiden looked extremely proud. He became Bob’s secretary in the society. In just a few short days, he had gotten closer to Bob and they already called each other brothers.

Arth asked curiously while caressing the soft fabrics on the open shelves. "One of Boss Lucas’ men owns this place and agreed to make this as our hideout," Robert replied as he shook off the snowflakes on his brown tunic. "Where's the owner?" "Upstairs maybe," Alice answered. Robert walked towards the tall wooden cabinet at the far end of the room, and then opened its double doors. Thick piles of textiles and clothes hung inside. The space was big enough for a person to fit in. Robert pushed the hanged clothes to the side, revealing a hidden door at the back of the cabinet. He took a key from his pocket and used it to unlock the door.

Quinn Cardiff’s mysterious wife. The invisible woman who had somehow transformed into Hollywood’s newest obsession overnight. I swallowed hard and tightened my grip around the script in my hands. Calm down Laura, you are beautiful. No one here comes close, you worked hard for this, bask in it. I kept reassuring myself but it didn't work. Especially not with those tabloids getting more viral every minute. “You okay?” I looked up. Quinn stood beside me wearing a black wool coat over a dark button-up shirt, his tattooed throat partially visible beneath the collar. His sharp blue eyes scanned my face carefully.

I slipped into a pair of high heeled straw clogs I had gotten for the occasion, and walked downstairs and out into the sun. Bobby was standing at a spot near the pool's deep end, with the camera on a tripod, pointed toward the house. He had a chair and raft on the edge of the water, and was bent over fussing with the lens. I couldn't help but admire his muscular ass and legs, thinking what a stud my son was. When he turned around, my eyes were drawn to his groin, where his cock was clearly outlined under his speedo style suit. I felt another little zing as I realized it was big ... really big.

The woman shoved Bob down while the others scrambled to pin him. "Let me go! Get off me!” Bob shouted, feeling genuinely captive. One of them reached for his belt, but Bob reacted instinctively, kicking her back with all his might. "I don't like being rough with women—but you're not women, you're vampires!" Bob yelled, twisting his torso. He had a small dagger hidden in his pocket; with a sharp flick, he cut through his makeshift bonds. “So, you know our secret? Girls, kill him! Don't be shy!” The vampires grinned, their fangs lengthening into deadly points.

She said with a shrug. "What else did you notice? " he asked, Ari stared at him for a moment and tilted her head to the side. "I know you dyed your hair to bleached blonde and that you wear a grey contact lens." She said truthfully and he froze. She noticed. "But seems you're not ready to explain why so I'll let it slide. Do you want me to say other things I've noticed? " She asked innocently. "N-no. " He stammered and the bell rang.

Anthony pulled the alluring model to sit beside him, speaking in a soft tone. In an instant, the girls around the booth shot fiery glances at him, their eyes ablaze with admiration. So handsome! So gentle! So charming! By comparison, Bob had been reduced to nothing in a matter of seconds, Sensing the peculiar glances coming from his surroundings, Bob's face had turned as dark as can be. He scowled and lifted the glass of vodka from the table, downing it all in one go. The pungent flavor tickled his throat, causing a churn in his stomach, almost making him retch.