Bob X Bosip Novels & Stories

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.

“Sorry Boss.” “No, you’re right, keep your eyes on Beth, I will work on Abby and hopefully we can figure this out, get the hell out of America and back to our world,” Bobby said before hanging up. He hated that fact he knew he had to talk to his father about the Russians, now he had two different wars going on, he didn’t want to deal with either one. If he could get Beth out and Abby out, both wars would be over. Bobby needed the wars to stop, he needed the Russians on his side, that way he could get Abby out safely, as well as Beth. Closing his eyes, he had a migraine coming on and he knew this one was going to be bad. He took a couple of painkillers. He hated taking them but had no choice.

} {My monster father showed up at the mansion and the crazy bitch from last night turned out to be the girl who applied for the secretary position} {Holy shit!! Tell me you didn't chase her out} {I did!} {Fuck! You fucked up big time bro} {What?} {C'mon Cardo, this is your opportunity to see her pant, just act nice to her and then bling bling you're in} {What? you want me to act nice for some cheap girl?} {C'mon Cardo get over your cockiness, get her back to the company and try to play the cool head and when she finally falls for you can continue with your disgusting nonchalant attitude}

“My name is Ivan Petrov, and I’m the Don of this conglomerate.” “Kimhan Ayutthaya, but you can call me Kim,” Kim gave him his best smile as well, causing Ivan’s smile to falter just a bit. “I heard you have some of the best supplies of Ice.” “Ah…of course, of course we do.” Ivan laughed, letting P’First into the warehouse. “Let’s continue our discussion inside, shall we? There are…quite a few mosquitoes around here.” Ivan’s gaze scanned the surrounding, and First and his men used the opportunity to duck behind the huge shipment barrels lying around the entrance.

In that moment Kyle came walking down the hallway. "Gemma, are you ok?" Kyle looked at her suspiciously. "Yeah, yes, I am fine." Gemma stuttered a little, hoping Kyle did not see any of what just happened. "Who are you?" Kyle looked at Grant. "He's my boss, he's the new CEO at FENN Inc." Gemma cut in and looked pleadingly at Grant that he would not say anything inappropriate. Gemma could not believe that on the one night she wanted to forget about this man, he shows up!

Bobby could not make out what the man said but he looked towards the direction the man was looking and saw the junior agent get up from his seat, looking at their direction as he walked out of the office The junior agent, a black American, Bryan by name joined them in office in few seconds. He greeted Bobby with a nod and focused his gaze at his boss, waiting for order. “Follow this inspector” the order came, “Get a bug from him and find out where it directs to” **** ****** ******** **

“We’re not uninvited. We’re… unannounced.” “Wait,” I cut in, looking at him. “I’m pretty sure we RSVP’d. Right?” Bobby’s gaze slid to me when he reached us, slow and assessing, like he was cataloguing every thread I was wearing, before settling back on Knox. “And so? You couldn’t send a text yourself?” Knox’s voice was smooth, almost lazy. “Didn’t think you’d appreciate it.” “You thought right,” Bobby said. His suit jacket looking like it had been tailored to intimidate, and I suddenly wished I’d worn something without a loose thread.

It was when I had left the room that I realized that I was boiling with anger. My fists were clenched to my sides, and I was biting my lower lip to control my own rage. How dare he say those rude things?! I mean, I fully respect if someone has a different opinion but that man hasn’t even seen that commercial before. The commercial was quite old from when I was still a teenager, so it was probably six to seven years old now. I doubt anyone still remembers it…

Mark Solis woke up with a splitting headache and a mouth sour from the whiskey he took last night. He groaned, dragging himself off the couch where he’d passed out hours ago. He scratched his rough jaw, his eyes heavy. His stomach made a loud noise. He needed a drink. No, he needed several drinks. And maybe a card game at Benny’s if he could scrape together enough cash. He stumbled to his feet, scratching his beards. It was itchy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shaved. Or showered. Or cared.

Bobby, a black- American, tall, rugged-looking man, with dreadlocks was seen returning her smile. “Hey,” he said to Alice, and she motioned for him to get in. They were just a few feet toward the couch when Alice asked, “Do you have the information ready?” She had been waiting for him to get back to her since noon. Bobby’s brows furrowed slightly when he heard her words. He hadn’t thought that the information would be the first thing on her mind when they meet. He had been thinking that he would get to have sex with her, and also try out a new kink.