Keluarga Boboiboy Novels & Stories

She had watched her brothers and sisters try to find themselves again as their parents divorced as if it really was the basic structure for their own lives. As she got to the club, she saw a few other faces that she knew. It wasn’t like they lived in a big area, so it wasn’t uncommon to run into the family that she had grown up with alongside her own. This night she saw three of the men from that family and two of her own brothers as well. She shook her head. She looked down at herself and knew one or more of them would have something to say. She found her friend, Marco. They went to a booth that he had reserved. “Sorry, kids, I forgot that this is the happening place.” He chuckled.

“Well, it is this fued thing that my pack never even signed up for. It started ten years ago. With this young boy, who was a little bit older than me, Lumi and Cole. We were around fifteen or so at the time, he was seventeen. His name was Robert. Robby Stone.” He sees Bella's frown deepen just then, but she says not a word, so he continues on with the story. “Robby was a pompous ass. He was a bully and nothing more. He came from a wealthy, entitled family and he had that 'better-than-you' mindset.” “Ugh,” Bella says, crinkling her nose. Clearly, she knows the type.

“i am not asking Chloe, you are my family, you are pregnant and you have a toddler you need help. Plus that job sucks i have been looking for a reason to quit” “Then we leave tonight go pack your bags, we will go to our old cabin house in the country, i still have the money from the contract we can start afresh there atleast until the baby is born.”

*****Leo POV***** I am Leonard Booi, the lord of the Booi mafia. I rule the north coast and a bit of the south just to piss off the Davi’s. The bastards deserve it and worse for wiping out my family. Besides my cousin, Owen and uncle, Wesley, I have no other blood relatives. Thanks to Nick Davi. This is why at the age twenty-five, I am the mafia lord.

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.

I roll my eyes at his annoying attitude. "You go to the same school as me, right?" He says this in a nicer tone. "Yeah. I'm in your chemistry class." A smirk tugs at his lips. I narrow my eyes. "What?" "Nothing." He clears his throat and the handsome smirk disappears. "So, um, why exactly do you need a babysitter?" He rolls his eyes. "My mom found out I was doing drugs at a party. She doesn't trust me to stay home alone anymore, so she did this. It's part of my punishment."

"You're both so ready. He seemed to be over the moon." "Phin's ecstatic. You saw him earlier, ready to celebrate before I even had a chance to tell anyone. He's planning everything already. Apparently, it's a boy, and his name is Tobias Delphin Bayou. Toby for short." I smiled at that. Phin was full of life and charging ahead now. I was so damn proud of him. "Teddy's the same way. He's so happy, and all I feel is his excitement through the bond. But me? I don't know how to match that. I don't know how to feel the same way."

On Valentine's Day, I told my boyfriend, Cyrus Medford, that I wanted to break up with him because he's often not at home. He even told me that he was a monster in a survival game and needed to return to the game occasionally just to punish the players. What a joke! As if anyone would believe such far-fetched lies! Let's not talk about the fact that survival games didn't exist in this world. There was absolutely no way monsters would develop an eight-pack, nor would they demand hugs and kisses from me every day and torment me in bed all the time.

Andrew accompanying Lucy, he cast a slight, questioning look. “Hello, sir,” Mr. Andrew greeted politely. He then turned to Mrs. West and said, “Hello, ma’am.” Lucy, visibly nervous, glanced at her parents. She closed her eyes briefly, then spoke in a tense voice, “Dad, he’s my boyfriend. The one I told you about.” Mr. West and Mrs. West exchanged bewildered glances. From Kelly’s words, they had assumed Lucy’s new boyfriend was an older man—someone their age.

"I don't know who it is. I never met him. We talked on the phone." I look around the dark room to see that my men have formed a circle around us. I point at this idiot with my gun. "This is the most cliché set of circumstances I've seen. Wouldn't you all agree?" I turn my attention back to the guy. "Let me guess, Bob gave you like 50K or something?" "A hundred," he grimaces as he turns his head to spit.