Bob X Bosip Novels & Stories

Well, almost forgotten. She did know he planned on visiting. But she wasn’t expecting him to show up in the foyer of her hotel while she was with Justin. And she had no idea what Justin must be thinking. Not happy was the first thought when she met his gaze and saw his expression. “It’s nice to meet you,” Bobby said with a broad grin. “You’re the IT guy, right? From Johnson Company?” he asked, making the profession sound as dull as ditchwater. “Not anymore,” Justin corrected.

“Do they chase squirrels in suits? File their taxes with bloody claws? Sit in board meetings howling at the moon during coffee breaks?” The engine sputtered to life. I shook my head, trying to push away the ridiculous images. I had no idea where to even start with this impossible mission, and time was slipping through my fingers like sand. That’s when I saw a large poster plastered on a wall at the corner. ‘Personal Assistant Needed for Mr. Ryder West. Immediate Start. Apply in Person.’ My hands froze on the steering wheel. “Could it really be this easy?” **** The next morning, I stood in front of my small mirror, smoothing down the only decent black dress I owned.

The brief walk to the resort gardens and fields, the concept for the day, was good for his mental health. He tried not to think of Jade as he walked, instead wondering the strategy to use for the next season's marketing. He had noticed before that the boxers he currently wore left marks on the waist after it was removed, and thought of an idea to propose to prevent it from having the same problem in their products the next season.

“Originally, it was my mom’s idea. But I loved it. It’s my way of showing love to all my fans.” “Really? How?” the reporter pressed. “Well, colours are vibrant, loud, unapologetically beautiful… just like my love for my fans. Come and celebrate love with me!” Boom. Mic drop. Flashback over. Bob came up, looking as dapper as a red tux and polished white shoes could make a man look. He even had a red rose tucked in his breast pocket like a hopeless romantic from a soap opera. “The boys are here,” he announced. “You need to chill,” I said, waving a hand. “Go hang with your wife. Enjoy the party you’ve been screaming at people over.”

Aisha sobbed. "Dami?"the man finally moved his head. "Yes Dami" "There's no Dami here please go" the man said then continued to watch his movie on the wall. Aisha turned to leave, convincing this man to see Dami will be hard,she thought. If Dami was a drug dealer,the thought of it made her eyes teary, then he would have a drug Lord name or something. What if...?. She turned. "I'm here to see Boss,he told me to tell you that" she said with a little confidence in her voice.

“What the heck happened to you?” Alba asked as she saw her boss come inside her office with a small lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome face, and a wet suit with what looks like coffee, “Why are you wet with coffee, why are you not screaming, and why do you look like you’re higher than that american rapper, Snoop Dogg?” she asked without taking a single breath. She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face.

"Excuse me sir Haris, let's please come to the office. My boss is already waiting inside." Haris looked at Evan who stood in front of him. "Oh ok, ok." Haris and then insert the phone into the pocket of the pants. Then he took a black bag that he put on the table. He walked towards the room Jimmy accompany Evan. While Jimmy was already in his office, he sat down in the chair that he used for work. His face looks tired, maybe because of his long journey from Germany to Indonesia.

Memory data colliding with Core Prime efficiency protocols, BOSS continued in a slightly trembling voice, radiating immense internal conflict. It worked! Lia whispered, hope returning to her wet eyes. He remembers! However, that hope was instantly crushed when the voice of Core Prime echoed once more from the internal speakers in BOSS’s visor. Emotional intervention detected. Activating central nervous system override. Eliminate target without compromise, the cold digital voice commanded. BOSS’s visor turned a glowing, blazing red, brighter than before, erasing every trace of humanity that had briefly appeared on his face. Run! Bima shouted, grabbing Lia and Riska by the arms simultaneously.

Alexander sighed and said, "Well, who among you will start?" A middle-aged man appeared from the crowd, and entered the center of the ring with a smile. Alexander said again, "Okay, start, but firearms are forbidden, otherwise you can use as many sticks and sharp weapons as you want." The middle-aged man stared at William and said, "Hello, Boss , I'm Xing Xu, my goal is never your position boss, you can say I'm just measuring your strength William smiled again, a strange smile and replied" come on " "As you order, BOSS !!!!" Xing Xu quickly took out a small stick twenty centimeters long, and by pressing one button, the iron stick stretched and became a hundred centimeters long and so on.

Bobby entered walking in with his laptop, he's the genius among them and also very deadly when it's comes to combat. "Two pouches bobby" Hardin said and they all shouted. Bobby is known for his heavy and bone cracking pouch his teeth will definitely fall out. "Sorry bro," Bobby said. He landed his two pouches on his face and he fell down on the floor with burst lips blood gushing out of it. "Leave him alone!" Hardin ordered immediately Popsy made an attempt to help him. "On your feet now!" He yelled and he struggled up. He looks at Natasha and looks at the one on the floor.