Hoppy X Bobby Novels & Stories

Hank plucked the opening bass line to ‘Usurper’, which prompted Bobby to join in with his double kick drum. The machine gun ratta-tat-tat of that song always got my heart pounding, and watching Hank and Bobby do their thing in tandem like that was a sight to behold. They fed off each other’s energy, and the harder Bobby played, the faster Hank played to match him. I remember standing back in awe as they opened that song. Wait, that’s not even the best way to describe it. They didn’t open that song. They tore into it with a fucking axe, right into its heart. I wished I hadn’t unplugged my guitar, or else I would’ve joined them, and I was about to do that very thing when I caught sight of a fi

I sent her a quick text so she wouldn't wonder and give me crap about it later. Bobby's friends huddled around a table at the far edge of the quad, which was completely opposite my regular table. Shrina, Dara, and James were already seated. I'd never really had much to do with them before, mostly because our interests hadn't ever crossed. They were what I called band geeks. I'd forgotten that Bobby was into music.

Mrs Hopkins urged. " Heyo miss Yann, My name is Bobby" Roberta said. "She is Roberta, but we all call her Bobby and I am Master George Mayfair" he said with all the air of importance a six year old had, smiling with his four missing front teeth. "Nice to meet you beautiful miss Bobby and handsome master George" Ann greeted with a warm smile. "Permit me to say, you are very beautiful miss Ann" George said with a shy grin. "Well thank you George" Ann smiled.

Suddenly missing my Gucci guy I decided to text him. Hey you. I'm at my shrink, still got a couple of minutes to spare. Just thought I text you. Miss U. *Lori His reply came seconds later. Hey baby, I'm about to board. Will text later after I arrive in a couple of hours. Miss U too. *James

I nodded but my gaze drifted to the far end of the steps. Mr. Blackmoor was on the phone watching us and planning. And I knew that men like him didn’t lose gracefully. They always retaliated.

Big Bob added. -

“Do you want me?” I ask against his lips. Bram responds with an annoyed sound that makes me laugh, his fresh breath on my mouth, “I want you too. I want to keep being best friends… friends who kiss sometimes. I won’t try to tie you down, I promise. I can be chill too, I think. We can be fuck buddies.”

"Then this will be your first time, and you're in luck because I make the best popcorn. The secret lies with the amount of butter I use, but don't tell anyone." Frank smiles, about to thank me, but he is interrupted by his phone ringing on the coffee table. I hit pause with the controller, and Frank presses the phone to his ear. "Frank Hiddleston, the butler of the Parker family, speaking. How may I help you?" The other person speaks, and Frank's face rapidly pales. His eyes travel to mine while he keeps listening. He seems to be breaking into a cold sweat and stands up to pace the room. "But he is still breathing?"

A call after call was made but Sunny didn't pick up even once. To: Sunny [are u busy?] [what are you doing? Why aren’t you answering?] [hooooy] For no reason, Peter's feeling anxious for Sunny. He's worried deep inside him for an unknown reason. He can’t explain why his heart’s beating fast. He sent flood messages to Sunny hoping to get a reply. He tried calling her again and again but no picked up. He's getting worried but he shake it off and tried to convince himself that Sunny might just be busy.

said Jimmy chimed in. "May the desire of Mr. Jimmy will soon come true," said Zack. "Oh yeah, Mr. Zack." "Just call me Zack. No need to be shy sir Jimmy," said Zack. "Okay, Zack. Of the many guests present. Which the author of the work entitled My Boss?" asked Jimmy curiously. "It looks like Mr. Jimmy has not been lucky today. Her permission to go home first before the event is over. Understandably she's not feeling well." replied Zack.