L Bozo Novels & Stories

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 JAMES It was nine forty-five, and I was sitting at the bar in Bolivia and staring at the whiskey in my glass. There was no doubt in my mind they would show up tonight. It was Daniel Bologna's birthday today, and everyone knew Daniel was notorious for his party, being the wild one of the Bologna brothers. I also happened to know this was one of his favorite spots. Bolivia was known for its upper-class clientele.

I scream. Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends. He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

But not everything about me is good. "Sis!" Boogey came running down the stairs and almost tripped on the last step. Luckily, I caught him. I don't think I could do the same for his brother. Zeus was six. He used to say he was the boogeyman, that's why I called him Boogey. He was a sweet little thing. He looked more Japanese, like their mother. Toby, on the other hand, took after their American father. "Do you like cake?" He said, climbing on top of my lap. I nodded. "You shouldn't eat too much cake or else your teeth will fall off." He whispered in my ear and pointed at his missing front tooth.

Bo said it with a smile, “I haven’t done this in a long, long time.” Oscar just nodded, shuffling in his seat as he appeared much more eager to hear what Bo had to say. “I like chocolate, and I can’t drink coffee anymore. I like to read, and hear people tell stories.” Bo shrugged, reaching for his mug and taking a sip. “My full name is Bradley Oliver Jones-” A pause, and a sudden look of vague recognition. Bo smiled as he continued, “Currently employed as a counselor, I run a few groups in the area. I like music, and the color yellow.” He shrugged, unsure where to continue from there.

“ATTACK!” BOOOOOOOMMMMMMM

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

Boo laughed. “You think I'd survive a zombie apocalypse because I own this plane?” he looked at me, amused that I believe in the posibility of zombies. “Yeah. I’m sure of it. Why? don’t you?” I asked, second guessing myself. Boo took a sip of his champagne and said “Yes, you got me. I own this plane. Actually, our family owns the whole airline.” he laughed as my mouth opened in disbelief. “WOW! You must take a lot of vacations all over the world then.”

When Bobby said that, his expression obviously showed that he was merely teasing Zayn. However, Zayn smiled blankly and deliberately put on a startled expression as he responded, “Wow, Odd Bob, how did you know that I was the chairman of Violet Vision?” Bobby immediately punched Zayn on the chest and scowled with a smirk on his face as he said, “F*ck you, you narcissist.” Zayn blinked his eyes and said, “What’s the matter, Odd Bob? Why can’t I be the chairman of Violet Vision?”

“Our foes have decided to save us from stress. They have evacuated the land. Not a soul is in it. Everything is waiting for you, my lord. The cattle, the sheep, the farms, and vast lands. They are all yours, my lord. Yours and yours alone.” “Pity,” Bozo rubbed his nose and tapped the edge of the wooden box. He scooped a large quantity and sneezed twice after inhaling them, “There is no fun in easy victory. My blades have been yearning for blood to spill. And when I thought I would feel the weight of my sword again…” Bozo sneezed again and wiped the tear off his eyes. “No fun at all” If Chimba was impressed by what Bozo had said, he didn’t show. His eyes continued to stare blankly into the di