Guru Boboiboy Novels & Stories

He bowed slightly and left. The inspector general heaved a sigh. He hated to see his officers so clueless. But something was strange; Bob had seemed unbothered. All his years in the bureau, Inspector Akhere has seen many smart and creative detectives but he has seen none like Bob Andrews. Smart, creative, fast, and alert, Bob had built a name for himself as the Detective of Detectives. He used the brains of other detectives and he gets positive results. At first, the inspector felt he was just another control freak, but after a close study of the man he finally understood him.

He wants to confirm whether he is the fine Bobo they were talking about " is this the fine bobo? " They looked at the picture closely then shook their heads " no be him be this one " " are you sure about that? " " yes officer ,no be him. But I don see this man face before " they said " Really? Where? " " na The first time wey we go collect money before we do the job . That fine bobo get aunty. He be like say na the aunty son this man wey you show us be "

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.

I roar. "Bubbles the clown isn't creepy. He is a pleasant man. Parents hire him for birthday parties all the time," Logan says. "To give children nightmares? And I am not a fucking child," I hiss. "Sweetie, hunny, calm down. It was just a joke," Logan coos. My head is still pounding, and I can feel the angry vein in my forehead popping out. I grab his collars. "I don't care if you are some dangerous Mafia King, today, I'm going to kick your ass!"

It must hurt a lot. The fumbles on the door knob behind alerted them of someone's presence the door creaked open with the sleepy face of a teen boy with a mole on his nose popped out of the door. "Yess" He drawled trying to blink sleep away from his eyes and Declan sighed seeing the familiar face. "Bobo... Hey its me" He said calmly, unlike his usually authoritative voice, this one held a hint of friendliness. Bob's eyes cleared immediately at the familiar voice that struck his hearing, that voice he would never forget, that voice he had not heard for like a decade.

He knew that the talk of the lower class like them would only make him more annoyed because he had almost the same character as his master, Afgan - the heir. “So where do we throw this garbage?” asked one of the men. “Trash? You guys are trash,” Bob swore to himself still pretending to faint. The man started trying to move his legs. “Just go to the river, easy!” said his friend who was the driver while laughing out loud. After convincing himself that all his limbs can move properly, Bob catches his breath once again and prepares to act. “What a fool, if I become the heir's man, I can keep fifteen wives. ha ha ha ...”

I have got to tell Auntie Mehek who Bobby truly is so that she will become aware of his true nature before she becomes a widow. The Master planner is Bobby Poru whilst Lady Meera is the Genius planner But I will show them that I am the Game Planner.

Why do I have to be called the ‘stutter boy’ when I actually have a name? Only a few people in my previous high school knew my real name. I was like a toy to all those bullies in school, who would call me 'hey stutter boy, c'mere. Go buy us a soda and some snacks from the vending machine' or 'stutter boy, have you finished the assignment I gave you yesterday?' or 'M..m..mi..michael..w..w..what's up?'

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.

I didn't bother hiding my disgust at those words. There's no way I’d ever go out with a guy like that, he’d cured me of my crush completely. Sure I was plain and on the bigger side and I wasn’t exactly his type, and everyone would probably say I would be lucky to be with a boy as great and handsome and popular as him… "But I'm not one of them. I'm here to tutor you. Both of you, actually.” As soon as he heard the word tutor, his face changed into a panicked, fearful expression.