Bobby B Novels & Stories

Scratch that, with Bobby's connection with the mafia, I bet he could get anyone's number. "Andre, Andre, Andre." Bobby slowly called, releasing a sigh at the end. "You still don't understand the position I am in now do you? Well, let me make it clear. Right now, I have the power to crush you and your entire family, and the system won't do sh*t to me, and you know why?" He didn't give us the chance to answer, going on with a dark chuckle. "Because I am not the Bobby you used to know. I am not the Bobby who would remain under the control of your stupid family. This Bobby is more powerful than you can imagine, and to let you find out, I sent you a gift, and it should have arrived by now."

The man in yellow grabbed Bobby’s shoulders slammed him under the water held him there “He will?” I managed, hoping I sounded surprised and not like I was choking on my tongue, which is what it felt like. Dad nodded, grinning ear to ear, as if announcing the birth of his first-born SON, for shit’s sake. “After you fellas came back from The General Store—where you both must’ve bought his book—Bobby spent the afternoon reading The King Wears Yellow. Then he came for the closing services at VBS, answered Reverend McIlvian’s altar call, and made a profession of faith, pledging his life to Him.”

I let out without turning to face him. “Stop with the fucking shit show and tell me what is going on”, Bobby says and I sit in front of him crossing my legs again holding on to the tumbler with the amber content as I eye him up. The guy has gone old and fat, someday he is going to have a fucking heart attack.

Bobby exclaimed urgently with a frown on his face as the men in the hallway quickly moved aside for him. When Bobby finally saw Damian, he beamed widely at him and lowered his body while jogging up to Damian as quickly as possible. "I'm here, Mr. Luther! Little Bobby is here!"

That sounded better. "What a douche!" Bobby pulled up his knees and leaned his elbows on them, running his hands over his eyes. "I'm sorry I ever introduced him to you. I thought he was, you know, cool." He clenched his hands together causing his knuckles to whiten. "Are you sure that's all that happened?" he asked, peering at me with doubt. Great. Now he thought I had been molested or something. "Yes, really. Nothing else happened, Bobby. Like I said, he went on and on about being some kind of Vulcan alien. He's mental, like straightjacket crazy."

This time, several of his ribs were fractured, leaving him writhing in excruciating pain and his entire body convulsing. "Chase Collins!" Bobby ground his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot as he was consumed by hatred. He wanted nothing more than to tear Chase apart, devour his flesh, and crush his bones. "I recall you saying you'd cripple me," Chase said, crouching down and using the tip of his sword to tear Bobby's shirt, exposing the hideous scar on his chest. "Do you remember this wound?" "Ha! So what if I remember? So what if I don't?" Bobby chuckled darkly. "I'm an elder of the Weber family. Do you think I'd lower myself to squabble with an insect like you? If you're smart, you'll let me

I tell him with more assurance than I feel. Bobby is one of the gentlest souls I know. He may look like a teenager but he's actually pushing thirty. His mental capacity is that of a young teenager. He's the heart of this team because in his eyes the players can do no wrong. I'd also put him up against any equipment manager in the league. His OCD is the best thing that ever happened to a locker room for me.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

He bit his lower lip as tears welled up in his chocolate brown eyes. “Enough!!!” A voice interrupted us. It was the bald bossy dude with an angry expression distorting his face. Stroking the bristly moustache below his dainty nose he ordered, “Now go pick up that box and hand it over like a gentleman.” Slowly my dad disengaged; shaking his head, he plodded sluggishly to where the box lay; picked it up and handed it over. “Attaboy,” He complicated my dad; petting him on the back.

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.