Mr Bobinsky Novels & Stories

Robert was petrified. Bobby suddenly asked, "Did you meet your lousy ex-husband?" Vionny shook her head. "The HRD manager himself said that there is no OB named Stefan!" Bobby immediately glanced at Robert. "You are lying! You said Stefan was the OB there!" Robert couldn't possibly be silent because his eyes and memory couldn't be wrong. "Oath! I saw him with his friend at the guard post. They're sweepers! Obviously it's Stefan!” Robert said, his tone high, like a player refusing a red card.

He says, "Well, my work here is done, gentlemen. I hope you folks visit Goldrun again real soon." Cassius clambers down the steps and walks away into the night. Bob stares after the Alpha. Once Cassius is out of sight, Bob turns his attention back to me. He takes a step closer. "Ms. Nicki Barnes. We are sorry to be calling on you at such an odd hour." "I really need to get back to bed," I say. "Why are you here, sir?" "Alpha Julian Hayes really needs your help.” "How?" Bob walks up the remaining steps, then stops five feet from me. "May I come inside for a minute so we can discuss this properly?"

(Trish’s POV) Miss Britney’s finger hovered over the 'Accept' icon. Joseph’s hand was still clamped over his mouth, his eyes wide, looking like he was staring at a live grenade. “Hello? Britney Roland speaking.” “Miss Roland? Good evening. My name is Miss Forger. I’m the homeroom teacher for Class 3-B at Mthland High.”

“Are you serious?” I take the cherry out of my drink and suck it into my mouth. Once I swallow the cherry, I put the stem into my mouth, part it slightly, and tie the stem with my tongue. I place the tied stem in front of him. “Absolutely.” He rubs the back of his neck before he leans in close. “I will tell you. I know a Bob. People say that he is eccentric and lives on the outskirts of town. He is crazy and always muttering things that no one understands.” I nodded to encourage him to continue. “Go east past the old, rundown mill. His house is before you get to the abandoned general store.”

The directors exchanged nervous glances, each hoping someone else would gather the courage to speak. At last, a middle-aged man—the Director of Property—summoned his voice. It quivered as he began, “M-Mr. Sagara, this decline was caused by the property market slowdown. Many projects were delayed due to the new government regulations that—” BANG! Sagara straightened in his chair and tapped the file against the table. The sound wasn’t loud, yet sharp enough to jolt the entire room. His gaze locked on the man before him—piercing, like a blade slicing through flesh.

“But modern science no longer permits such experiments. Aitairy’s best-selling experimental drug — which is also the drug most capable of resisting this kind of gene virus — was extracted from Bob himself.” After the two professionals broke it down and explained, everyone present — all were smart — immediately understood. “And your mother’s death?” Jessica looked at Chris. Chris nodded, his eyes filled with indescribable pain. “Uncle Max said that Bob was once a member of the International Medical Organization. Before his identity was exposed and he left, he poisoned many internal members.”

Sydney Bryce turned. It was a man in his forties with perfect blond hair and teeth too white to be natural. I stared for a second too long before it occurred to me that they were veneers. “It’s me!” He grinned, staring at Bryce who seemed to be having a hard time recognising him. “Marcus McBroten. We met briefly in London last year? Lake deal?” Bryce’s eyes shifted slowly as he smiled. “Marcus! Of course! You were the crypto guy!”

"Oh, hey there folks!" It was Bob Stevens, our neighbor. He's an older gentleman, about 50 years of age. He's also rather large, looming at around 6'-3" and carrying a thick frame. He was probably close to 230 pounds, not all muscle, but definitely in good shape for a man of his age. He was friendly, seemingly harmless, and ten years widowed. His wife had died from a rare illness, which was - in our short time knowing him - something that was clearly hard for him to talk about. He lived alone in the house next door, and we had struck up a good neighborly friendship with him since we had moved in.

she asked, now totally awake. “Yes, Mrs. Hailey, I’m totally fine,” I said. She nodded and told me to come in. I went inside. “I need to tell you something,” I said. “Hm please” “I need to tell you about Robert. Listen, Mrs. Hailey. He has gone through a lot. I know him, I am his childhood best friend. He has been in the Mafia since he was 13. So, you know how he must be. I can’t tell you everything but listen to this. He needs someone to heal him. He-he is probably in need of psychiatric help. We tried to arrange some psychiatrist but he denied. And-”

His butler asked. Gabriel looks through the plane window and stares at the blue sky. "Bob, you know that my identity needs to remain a secret for now. I don't want to alarm my enemies. Also, I hate being surrounded by filth." He responded. Bob stared at the empty seat and replied, "I understand, Sir." Bob had been working with the Balkan family before Gabriel was born and every time he watched how grown his young master is now, plus all that he has accomplished as a young man, Bob can not help but feel proud.