Bobby B Novels & Stories

I only met him yesterday and yet I'm so into him. " Hoy! tulaley ka na naman diyan!" my bestfriend said.Bobble de Leon or Bobby as I call him has been my bestfriend since God knows how long. He's bubbly and is it a requirement to describe him? He's not like those fictional characters na may gusto sa best friend niya okay? Our relationship is purely platonic.

Yes he's rich,he can afford to buy those designer clothes wizzy wears. "Babe why is the music so loud",dami heard a voice from upstairs accompanied with some footsteps .Dami was so sure he heard a voice. He immediately stopped the music. Babe? Why is the music so loud? And where did that come from? He immediately thought of dropping his cup of coffee on table that was in the middle of his large sitting room and in between his majesty looking couches. He did so.

Quim said. Bobby on TV is the same in person. He’s a charmer wherever he is. That’s his strength and being humble is his weakness. It’s never wrong to be humble but sometimes this humbleness stems from his insecurity. He always knows Quim is more intelligent than he is. Even his own mother adores Quim.

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.

Damn, it’s bad. “I’ve crossed everything off my list and the buses are ready,” Bobby adds with his usual bright smile. “Good job,” 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.

There was a little bit of a ruckus on the other side of the phone, before Bobby’s calm voice came through. “Sierra, listen to me. You are not going to get caught, because whether you accept it or not you are a Clayton, and we Claytons are very smart people,” Bobby said and Sierra almost scoffed, as far as pep talks go, That was by far the worst. However, his words managed to calm her nerves until Ryder boomed again.

Don't make me be the villain. Nate

HARRISON'S POV For once, Bobby had been on time. He arrived dressed in his work clothes, a grey shirt and matching trousers, the word Nevaspring stitched neatly across his breast pocket. I found myself noticing again how tall he was. It always caught me slightly off guard. I finished the last of my notes, my handwriting looping awkwardly as I struggled to keep it neat, then looked up to see if he was ready. That was when it struck me, he would never really be ready. Bryce had been right. There was something fragile about Bobby, something unpredictable. His mind seemed cluttered with half-formed ideas, odd fragments of knowledge, and bits of conversations that never quite found their ending.