Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

The bass thumped so hard I felt it in my chest. We found a spot near the bar. Bobby bought the first round, handing me something sweet and strong that burned going down. "To Saturday night," he said, raising his glass. We all clinked drinks and downed them. The alcohol hit fast on my nervous, empty stomach. Everything got softer around the edges. Bobby's hand found the small of my back as we moved to the dance floor. He wasn't lying about being a bad dancer, but he was enthusiastic about it, which was somehow worse and better at the same time. I laughed despite everything, letting myself move with him.

Ó Bobby wasnÕt sure if what he said was true. He was drunk and horny, and there was a willing woman in the room. If he were sober, heÕd probably ask himself why this chick would come and offer up herself like this, but as clouded as his mind was, all he could think about was fucking his hard cock into something soft and warm.

"Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Aicker, but this is between me and the kid. It doesn't concern you." Francesca's heart sank—Andrew was in serious trouble. Andrew did not even glance at Bobby. "Yes, I'm Andrew Lloyd. What do you want?" Bobby chuckled darkly. "You've got guts, kid. You're the first in Jayrodale to act so cool in front of me. But you'll be meeting your maker soon enough." Bobby's arrival caught the attention of many in the club, who watched with fear. "What's Dylan's mad dog doing here?"

“I have a meeting in the next thirty minutes, so, it's either you state your purpose for being here or you just leave so I can prepare for it.” “You never prepare for meetings, Ro.” He eyed me and plopped his bottom on the sofa opposite mine, not before snatching the glass of whiskey in my hand. And then, looking me dead in the eyes, he untucked his shirt from his trousers and used it to clean the rim of the glass. And he threw the remaining contents of the whiskey inside his mouth, wincing slightly. “Fine, Mr. Business and all, I'm just here as a concerned friend…" He started.

his voice trembled, "I'm sorry..." "I was wrong. I was so, so wrong..." He clutched the music book as if he were holding me. "If I could do it all over again, I would never hurt you..." "I would protect you, just like when we were kids..." Glass after glass, Grant drank himself into a stupor. The next morning, the sound of hurried footsteps woke him. The hangover throbbed in his head, and Grant frowned. As he came down the stairs, he saw Claire sitting on the leather sofa.

Even Claudia paused. The first video began to play. It showed Tina on one of their night club Slipping something into a drink, Handing it to Cathy— who drank it, unaware. A collective gasp filled the room. The next clip played— Tina dragging a clearly tipsy Cathy into a room. Then another— Tina whispering something to Kelvin. He smirked and walked toward the same room she had just draged Cathy into. Moments later— Noah burst in. Fury in his eyes, Grabbing Kelvin by the shirt and dragging him out.

After a few minutes, Amelia sighed and left. ***** HARRISON HIGH~ PRIVATE GAME ROOM. "Dude, what the fuçk was that?" Noah glared at Kyle. "What?" Kyle chuckled, his eyes fixed on the TV screen as he held tightly to his PlayStation controller. "You're cheating, fuçker," Noah snarled as he lost another game. "Step up your game. I'm not," Kyle said calmly. "Fuçk! I'm done with this," Noah threw his controller away and grabbed the bottle of wine in front of him.

I yell at him. "Never again" I yell hitting him again, the glass was digging in my skin and breaking. "I won," I say hitting him one last time before I fell to the floor, now that my nightmare was over I was exhausted. All I wanted was to sit down for a bit and rest, all the blood took a big hit on Big Arya and she can't stand it anymore, so I let Little Ari come out. She was scared as hell and started to cry, her hand was injured and burning, I hugged my knees up to my chest and kept crying and crying.

Author's Pov.:- " Hey, my apples of eyes. Please forgive yours, this poor uncle. " Maverick begged on the screen to the nearly three-year-old little naughty twin monsters. Looking at his cute act despite the fact of his age and looks the other people in the cafeteria are awed in adoration. A few curious of them even peeped at his laptop screen only to have stared eyes eventually after seeing the adorable twin looking at the screen with their big rabbit eyes. Liberty and Liborio are Grayson's twin children. Currently, both the kids are very mad at their Uncle Maverick because he left without taking them with him. Now all because of him, they both are dying of boredom.