Bob X Ron Novels & Stories

He makes a little grimace and hits me again in the side but, like the other one, this one is still a caress. - Come on, don't be a pussy and hit me- I tell him. *** -That's enough for today guys, next day you'll make keys- Bob explains, jotting something down in a notebook. I go to my stool and take a quiet drink of water. I see Campbell with a frown gathering his things next to two boys who are talking animatedly. He picks up his stuff and leaves, slamming the door, and I shrug and walk over to Bob. -See you at eight, text me when you're downstairs from my house, okay?

Kelcie would scream and jump whenever she got to the finish line first which was all the time. We hoped we'd instill the idea that she could always win as long as she tried. I must say Ron was rather very supportive in that respect. In honesty, Ron and I weren't the best of lovers when we were together. He was the son of restaurant owner and businessman Ronald Mason II, so he wasn't from a lowly home plus I admired him greatly when we were younger.

"Bring it on, baby Bob." Bob roars in anger and rushes toward Ronan, who dodges his blows easily. Bob is a big bastard, but he’s nothing close to Ronan in power, strength, and experience. Ronan weaves past another of Bob's kicks and, tired of the games, lands a blow on the wolf's ribs, then at the corner of his neck. Bob goes down like a lump of wood, passed out. Wolves growl around us, and before I know it, more wolves come forward to challenge him.

He decided to discuss this with his boss. “Who sent you?” Ron asked with a chilling gaze. “Your dad did!” Ronald spat angrily. “...” Ron realized after a few interactions that this man had no idea he was dealing with someone from the Smith family. He had no idea who he was attacking at all. A sacrificial pawn to test something? Ron narrowed his eyes and checked his surrounding. He felt something was not right. Seeing the man still struggling in his arm, he thought of something. “Looks like you have no idea who you are dealing with kid,” Ron said as he twisted the other man’s arm to an unbearable degree.

Robert threatened. "Yeah I do," Max said. "And I am not afraid" "Oh sure, you'll be" he smirked. "Ron," he said slowly to his earplug. Soon Ron came running towards the room. "Boss?" he said. "Take Max to the torture room. Now." "B-boss?" he asked wide-eyed to Robert. "You don't want me to repeat myself, do you?" Robert asked in a threatening voice. "M-max?" Ron ignored Robert and looked at Max.

Robert said, nodding his head, determined to convince his father with his results. Just then, Bryan pranced into the sitting room with his curls bouncing on his head. He seemed to be busy playing a game on his phone as his eyes raked through the phone and his fingers were briskly moving. "Shit," he whispered, scrunching his face before tapping his phone and tossing into his shorts. When he noticed Robert, his eyes widened and then he smiled, running towards him and spreading his small arms all over him. "Robert, you didn't tell me you were coming."

"Don't overthink it. That's just my style—no formalities, no drama. Right, Mr. Hart?" "Maybe too informal," Hayden replied, keeping it short like usual. It was funny, the contrast between them. Ron was playing it so casual, and Hayden, as always, had this bossy vibe—even though Ron was supposed to be in charge. Ron chuckled, but then his phone buzzed on the table. He checked it and stood up. "Excuse me. I need to grab someone." I blinked. "Wait—did you invite someone else?" "Yep. Someone you've been wanting to meet." Ron winked at me.

LOL, no. "Wow, what a speech! As expected from our dear Mr. President, Ulysses Lopez!" The temporary facilitator, the current Senior representative said in a bubbly manner. "Now that we heard the United party's side, let's hear from Amalgamate party as well! Mr. Dylan Cruz and Ms. Denise Cruz, you may now have the floor."

he emphasized, his words echoing with an unspoken demand for compliance. As Donovan loomed beside them, observing the conversation, Boma felt the pressure of Ronald's influence bearing down on her. His words carried an expectation, a legacy of dominance that resonated with his own view. Donovan's silence in the moment was already an established acceptance of his grandfather's counsel, a subtle endorsement of the familial status quo they both shared.

ROOSTER & RONI "I'm tellin' you, you're insane," Denise Walker told her sister-in-law, Sharon Hancock, as the two of them sat in the office at Walker's Wheels. They were supposed to be going over inventory, but Sharon, known to everyone as Roni, was laying out all her troubles and Denise was telling her how crazy she was. "I'm not," Roni shook her head. "I think he misses it." The he in the conversation was Roni's husband Rooster, member of the Heaven Hill MC, former Warren County Sheriff's Deputy.