Mr Bobinsky Mga Nobela at Kwento

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

"The b-aby. He hit the baby." He propped my back against the wall, returning to the guard. "I gave Marcus instructions... Didn't he give them to you?" The guard's gaze dropped from Nikolai to me. "Isn't she a first grade criminal?" Nikolai's claws bared without hesitation, and in an instant warm blood splattered across my face. I rose my gaze up to meet his. The guard's eyes had a look of horror in them, and the space where his throat should have been was empty.

VEX POV In the private room my jaw tightens as she slips away. A flash of something dangerous crosses my face—not rejection, but challenge. Something I’m not use to. I follow the mysterious girl out of the private rooms. Watching from a distance. Stupid girl not even realizing she’s being tailed by two of the eastern territories mafia men… Robert. Robert Mason a snake of all snakes. How he ever became a mafia boss will remain a mystery. He’s reckless, and idiotic. Making anyone more dangerous than him. He’s weak. Probably why there’s rumors of him marrying his daughter off to Ajax.

Grey. I stood in the restroom for almost an hour. I didn't know if I wanted to go on with the session or just go back home. But then I decided maybe I should just go in there and get it done. Almost on cue, Dr. Bobby appeared in the doorpost with his odd-legged shuffle and an anxious expression. Tall and overweight, with flax-brown hair and metal-framed glasses, his great pudding of a body was trying to burst out of a long overcoat made shapeless by its bulging pockets.

“You really love her.” “Took me a while to figure it out, but yeah. More than my life.” He really can’t believe his having this kind of conversation with Tommaso, but for some reason, he felt light sharing what he truly feels to the man he least expected in the world to be talking with. Nikolai was about to check if their coast is clear, but as tried to push himself up, a voice suddenly spoke from the distance. “Well. Well. Well. Who would have thought that Nikolai Kusabulatov and Tommaso Seraglios would join forces... Too bad, the old cretin lost everything.”

"W* laaro ola,shotigbo? Ma ri nkan ti mole she fun e. Eja a malo. ( Come tomorrow morning. Let me see what I can do for you. Let's go guys) "Ese sir( thank you sir)" Dami postrated to thank Mr Aguda. He was so happy, all he could do was smile. Will things change for the good? He asked himself. He smiled as he walked slowly behind Mr Aguda and his apprentices. "Shey kon shey eni ti woli ojosi sope kema help niyen sir,koma lo je wipe...( What if this is the person the prophet told you not to render help to the other day?)"

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

"How are you, Bob?" Ronan questioned the cafe owner and they both looked like acquaintances to each other. Alizah just saw them until her doubt could be clear. "Perfectly fine! Just the same as you left, Ronan. why are you back here after so long? Do you not miss your oldie Bob anymore? Bob seemed to be in his fifties. He had a huge belly but he seemed quite cute. " Shut up, how can you say that? do you think I would you forget you, and you out of all people? you are the most annoying and clingy person I have ever met how could I forget you?"

------------------ Catherine's brows furrowed deeply as the Apache—looking stranger curbed the same way as she jogged straight to her apartment building. She thought he was just a regular New Yorker who loved jogging but after a series of following he was starting to creep her out. Her eyes squinted as he rested on a street light pole and drank his water as a normal person but somehow it endeared to her. He was watching her. She was watching him. ‘Good morning Miss Mikaelson,do you want me to walk Sally for you today?'.Bobo,the block's dog walker who wore the same coat every day with the ugliest looking yellow boots.

CLAIRE: I have super hearing (smiles) ANYA: And the Pizza boy is fast (knocks again) RIVER: It's possible that he was in the neighborhood. I'll get the door (went to open the door) Hello? BOB: Hello, Is Anya home? RIVER: Yeah, sure (Bob entered and he locked the door) LOGAN: (surprised) Bob? ANYA: Dad? CHRIS & ROSE: Mr. President? CLAIRE: Woah? RIVER: He...he's...Mr. Pre..president? BOB: Hello, daughter