L Bozo Novels & Stories

Bo shakes his head with doubt. “You should have paid better attention to who pissed off, you know nothing about me, what I’m capable of, and who I am. I’m not afraid of the council finding out I killed their little puppet who they could care less about. Fuck I bet they’ll think I did them a favor getting rid of a mutt like you,” I laugh at his confidence. “Aren’t you a cocky fucker,” Bo begins to move in a circular motion around me as his people step back creating a space for us to fight. “Only when I know what I’m talking about,” I admit, watching him carefully to see what his next move is.

"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."

However, Jojo stared coldly at Bob, a small smirk playing on her lips as she suddenly asked, "Bob, why did you help Chad?" Bob was taken aback by the question. "Help Chad? What do you mean? How have I helped him?" "Don't play dumb! Did you not invite Violet to collaborate in this act? It's all a setup to make everyone think Chad is some kind of doctor!" Jojo's words made everyone at the scene suddenly realize, and they all turned to look at Bob. Some even jokingly remarked, "Almost forgot, Bob runs a livestreaming company. He's got quite the knack for publicity stunts!"

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.

Those things looked like alligators but bigger and faster… Elizabeth looks at Bob. “Hey, let’s go see your friend if he’s safe.” Bob looked confused. “Oh… you don’t understand me… Let’s go see… Ugh… speaking slower won’t make him understand…” Elizabeth thinks for a moment. “David.” Bob’s eyes widen when he hears the name of his friend. “Yes, David. Let’s go see David.” Bob can’t help but slightly bob up and down as he thinks of his friend. His friend’s order conflicts with his desire.

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