Guru Boboiboy Novels & Stories

Bobby retorted smiling staring at Clara, “oh, the worshiper, anyway, It's nice to hear you say that, “did bro come today?“ Bobby asked, “he has come hours ago” “I trust him, he doesn't joke with family,” Bobby said, “and who Is this beautiful babe sitting down beside you mom?“ Bobby inquired, “Why do you want to know who she Is?“ his mom Inquired, “You know that I like beautiful things,” Bobby said, “take your things to your room and let me breathe nicely and peacefully In my home,” Mrs. Anthony said,

I wondered “Hello class I’m Ben,I will be your Artificial Intelligence Guide.” The image said. “There are two the human Ben and what we call a Hologram Bot Ben. The actual Ben is unfortunately building security software that will act as a holobot shield for the GOH agency of all the nine provinces in South Africa. The hologram bot or HBot in simple terms has already been programmed, all lessons have been recorded in its system, Lessons will only take thirty minutes, every single day for two weeks and then it will be the end of all lessons. “Professor Phenyo explained.

Ivy told me. “How is your husband?” I suddenly asked Ivy. “Still useless in bed. Who fucks for one minute and sleeps? These men should learn to fuck. I happen to follow a certain website, The Passionate Lovers by a certain sex guru by the name Anthony Kerry, he really teaches a lot for free. Men should search that website and read to learn. But our African men have big egos no one believes he can be taught to fuck. They think possessing a penis is enough.” Ivy told me

“S-stop it, stop it . . . ” “ . . . there’s also Jenny Tillman. You know, the senior who wears the purple eye shadow an the short skirts all the boys like? She pretends she’s really dumb cause when she shows her smarts, her trailer-trash mommy beats her cause she’s worried Jenny is smarter than she is. Then there’s Billy Hopkins,” Bob counted each child’s name off his blue, worm-like fingers, “the fat kid with the black hair an all the pimples? That kid watches way too much Internet porn for his own good.” Bob smirked, twirling a furry finger next to his ear. “He’s a sick puppy, Carolyn. Make sure you don’ bend over to pick up nuthin around him cause he’ll get an eyeful of yer a . . . ”

And my rank's too low to meet the boss. Rachel was at a loss for words. "Seriously? You don't even know a thing. Are you playing with us?" Bob flashed a wry smile and mumbled, "Your Highness, I'm not someone important. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to be stuck in this remote place, either." "What's your organization's name?" "Poker." Zayn scoffed and quipped, "What's your boss called, then? Don't tell me he's the Joker." Bob nodded, saying, "Our boss is indeed the Joker."

Yuda immediately pulled Raisa's hand towards his motorbike, seconds later the motorbike had sped from the parking lot along with a loud curse from a tall man who knew they had been fooled. "Why, Arkan?" "Damn! They've run away. You know that girl?" asked his friend who was wearing a black shirt. "I'm not clear on seeing his face but I did hear his name being called. If I'm not mistaken ..." Bobby tried to remember, "that's the beautiful singer in the Oppo ad." "Raisa," right? guess Fero justified by Bobby. "Find out about him! Tomorrow we give a warning for that cocky guy!" "Okay, Arkan!"

With this blue shirt suit, Stefan looks handsome. GAR! GAR! Stefan hurriedly opened the door. "Good morning Father!" said Stefan without stammering, smiling. Bobby was startled, his mouth slightly open. "Why are you so neat? You are crazy!" “I want to work at PT. Sanjaya Sawit as a programmer. I can manage websites, maintain systems, and repair computer equipment." Bobby snorted in annoyance as he cursed. "You're weird! Just eat and sleep there!”

A good table would have to be written off. Bobby shook the dagger and said coldly, “Thomas, you should ask other people who am I. In the underworld, everyone calls me Boss Bobby. I was giving you respect when I came to apologize to you, but you think too highly of yourself. Do you think I’m a doormat? “Let me get it straight. As long as you sign the contract obediently, we’ll remain friends, and I won’t treat you badly. You’ll the money you deserve.

He always came early, and our maids had to hurry to sweep up fallen leaves in our yard as he trudged forward loudly in his boots. His voice, in contrast to his appearance, was high-pitched and soft. He was knowledgeable after all, being a renowned professor before retiring. He tutored me in all subjects, but we often joked during lessons. He even rode on my motorbike once, for fun. If only teachers at Hollandville were this nice too.

No grinning. “I can’t do that sir.” “Why? Because you are into girls?” “Nope.” “Yes tomboy. You are into girls and if not into girls then you will accept my offer.” He leans back on the seat and places his finger on his chin giving me a long look.