L Bozo Novels & Stories

For whatever reason, that made my heart race a little. “Do you admire her?” I asked Ken jokingly. Ken avoided the question and tried to change the topic. “Did Baba boy beat up Jade? I did not want him to beat the boy. The boy is young.” Ken said. “No, I pleaded with him not to.” I told Ken. Ken suddenly lifted up some hay bales to arrange them properly in the store and I could not fail to see how veiny his hands were. That ignited some desire for him and I wished we were alone.

"Bob, don’t give up going abroad for me. I'm not what you think. I'm vulgar and greedy. When looking for a boyfriend, the first thing I consider is whether he is rich and influential. Nothing else matters." Bob felt suffocated, whether from the alcohol or the stifling June heat. He said: "Zoey, don’t belittle yourself, you..." Zoey interrupted him: "You don't understand me." Just as she finished speaking, her phone screen lit up again. She glanced down at it. Bob also instinctively looked at her phone. The caller ID 'Bb' was clear on the large screen. Seeing that name, he looked away, assuming it was a roommate or close friend.

“I’m here to end this.” Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head. “Spoken like a man who still thinks he has a choice. Let me tell you something, brother. This doesn’t end with you walking away.” Dino narrowed his eyes. Lorenzo continued, “Sanchez doesn’t just kill his enemies. He breaks them. He makes them suffer before the final blow.” Dino’s jaw tightened. Lorenzo leaned back, smirking. “But… you already know that, don’t you?”

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."

"Bogo, tell me... Who among them despises me the most? Who could turn against their own Don?" Bogo's gaze met Dirk's, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking, his voice laced with a hint of sorrow. "Boss, I wish I could shield you from this truth, but I have to be honest. There are those who envy your power, who resent the control you wield. They see your vulnerability as an opportunity, a chance to rise against you."

Bob was livid. He was worried about letting Zoe trudge up those dimly lit stairs alone, and so, he went after her… only to stumble on the scene that almost gave him an aneurysm! How dare Denzel treat Zoe like that… forcing her to prostitute herself?! 'Motherfucker!' Seeing red right then, Bob rushed forward at Denzel and punched him viciously on the head! He was a drug addict and actually physically frail—only having the strength to abuse women.

This time, several of his ribs were fractured, leaving him writhing in excruciating pain and his entire body convulsing. "Chase Collins!" Bobby ground his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot as he was consumed by hatred. He wanted nothing more than to tear Chase apart, devour his flesh, and crush his bones. "I recall you saying you'd cripple me," Chase said, crouching down and using the tip of his sword to tear Bobby's shirt, exposing the hideous scar on his chest. "Do you remember this wound?" "Ha! So what if I remember? So what if I don't?" Bobby chuckled darkly. "I'm an elder of the Weber family. Do you think I'd lower myself to squabble with an insect like you? If you're smart, you'll let me

After hearing Zobber's request, Black Robe burst into laughter, as if he had heard a particularly amusing joke. "Zobber, you may be small, but your appetite is certainly not!" Mocked by Black Robe, Zobber immediately jumped up to refute. She said, "I'm 5.5 feet. Are you making fun of me for being short?" This unexpected remark left Black Robe momentarily speechless. As Catherine had mentioned, Zobber was unpredictable and hard to control.

D laughed before continuing "You going on retirement just made the game more boring, it’s good to know that you’re back in the game. At least I have some little competition now” He smirked Oh I’m more than just a 'little competition “So who is she?” D asked me and right there I felt like a celebrity being interviewed by the press on his latest hit song “Gabi Moroñe, my boss” I finally said, breaking the silence that had lingered for a second there “Dudeeee” D exclaimed as he bro hugged me

Yes he's rich,he can afford to buy those designer clothes wizzy wears. "Babe why is the music so loud",dami heard a voice from upstairs accompanied with some footsteps .Dami was so sure he heard a voice. He immediately stopped the music. Babe? Why is the music so loud? And where did that come from? He immediately thought of dropping his cup of coffee on table that was in the middle of his large sitting room and in between his majesty looking couches. He did so.