Doodle Bob Quotes Novels & Stories

Then Bob's voice spilled into the room, sharp and mocking. "The other day, I overheard my mom saying… your mom only finished middle school. What a joke. Guess you're not so high and mighty after all, huh? "Bet these kids here don't know what an embarrassment your mom is. But don't worry, they're gonna find out. Real soon." And then—silence. No one said a word. No one dared. Only Bob's shrill laughter echoed from the speakers. Carter's gaze cut toward Mrs. Cosgrove, sharp as a blade.

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

A 'btoom' sound was heard, and Bob was seen kneeling before Lucas. "Lucas, please spare my life. I don't wanna die, I'm begging you." "Pa pa pa!" Bob started to slap himself after speaking, thinking that it might make Lucas change his mind and let him off the hook. Bob had finally managed to become the president of the Anchorage Base City Council, and his interesting life was just about to unfold. Naturally, he did not want to die so soon. Lucas gave a faint smile. 'If getting on your knees and pleading would allow you to be forgiven, what would the purpose of my existence be?'

The guys next door chuckled. One lifted his beer in a silent toast. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be embarrassed but secretly enjoying every second. “She’s got a great ass, doesn’t she?” Bob called out. “Don’t embarrass them!” I said, half-heartedly. “We’re not embarrassed,” one of them replied. “We were just thinking the same thing.” Bob grinned at me. “Told you. You never believe how hot you are.” I leaned forward again, slower this time. Letting the dress slide up naturally.

As we are standing in front of a breath-taking abstract large texture painting, Robert passes his hand, slicking his hair back and his signet ring shines in the spotlight of the painting. “Aaah, your eyes are sparkling. Let me get this one for you.” “Oh, no, Bobby. That would be too much, please.” “You even checked the brochure twice for this one. I saw that.” He says snickering while bouncing his pointed finger in front of my face. “I just wanted to be prepared and you are right, I like this one, but I beg you! Thank you, but no!” I laugh as I put my hand on his arm. He is about to retort something with a big smile on his face as we get interrupted by a voice that I thought I would never he

I just can't believe that someone is collecting my painting, if that person really collects though it seems she only collects my rare work of art. “Are you really a doctor?” Doodle asks. “Yes, why?” “It seems to me, you aren’t.” I chuckled. “That’s really how I say goodbye to Wisdom.” I said while chuckling. I stopped laughing when I noticed someone following us. “It seems like you don’t have the chance to come and report to work today.” “Huh? Why?” he asked with confusion.

The quote for this picture said: Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out of it alive. From the passenger seat, Isobel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” Holding her side, she rolled to face me. “Who is it a quote from?” Her eyes glittered with joy and I had to admit, it felt nice, knowing she realized I’d made sure to find out the answer to that question already. “Elbert Hubbard,” I said. “Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.”

The scene of Kayson defeating four grandmasters fueled Bob’s confidence. He looked the man straight in the eyes and said sternly, “You’re indeed powerful, Luke, but there will always be someone stronger than you. You should get down off your high horse!” Luke let out a cold smirk and said, “It seems like whoever you ask help from, you have a lot of confidence in them. In this case, I’m kind of curious who they really are.” Bob heaved out weakly and replied, “You should run while you have the chance. When he’s here, you won’t be able to run anymore.”

“Adam’s probably never gonna talk to me ever again and it’s all your fault.” Bob’s laugh trickled off into a chuckle. He wiped his eyes. “Oh kiddo. Yer so precious when ya get mad. Swear I could just eat ya right up.” Carolyn suddenly felt cold, as she always did when Bob said things like that. “Wasn’t supposed to be like that, Bob. You said the spell would make him kiss me on the cheek, not on the mouth.” Bob shrugged. “Ah, what can I say, kiddo? Boys ‘r boys, after all, nothin but walkin balls an hormones.”

My lips curved into a smile as I teased Bob when he didn’t answer. “These are for Eve,” he said. When I gazed at him again, Bob was still staring at me. I sighed, pushing the paper away, and leaned on my seat. “Why don’t you just say it, Bob? And will you stop shopping for my secretary?” He curled his lips and frowned. “I have nothing to say to you and these,” he looked at the bags. “It’s my way of saying thank you. She helped me yesterday, giving me ideas.” he lifted a brow and continued, “Although she had no idea that she gave me one brilliant design.”