Mr Bobinsky Novels & Stories

I could feel the weight of his stare across the room. We exchanged furtive glances, each trying to appear indifferent. Every time each of us made contact, we looked away immediately, like it was a crime we were caught doing. Markos, with his tall, commanding presence and brooding demeanor, was impossible to ignore. He seemed as out of place as I felt, and the sight of him stirred memories I had long tried to bury. “Hazel, you seem distracted,” Mr. Alonzo’s voice pulled me back to the present. His tone was smooth, but there was an edge to it. He was older, with silver hair and a sharp, calculating gaze.

said Daniel’s secretary. “Yes,” said Joshua, getting up from his chair. “My name is Bob. Bob West.” “Joshua MacClare.” “I heard about you.” “Have you?” “Yes. You been making some big leap lately.” “It seems so.” “You are indeed quite young and brilliant.” “Thanks.” “You remind me of Mr. Watson himself when he was young.” “Do I?” “Yes. You do.” “Well, I’m honor.” Bob smiled and at him and said, “Please take a seat and let’s review over the contract.”

“Mable, did you lose your memory again?” Before Mable could respond, Blair’s voice sounded. “Mabes!” Blair walked over, his eyes instantly filled with hostility when he saw Howard. “What are you doing here?” Howard crossed his arm with a fake smile. “My niece studies here.” Mable looked at Blair and asked, “Did I know him in the past?” Blair nodded and said, “Yes. He’s Howard Morse, the CEO of Morse Group.” After a pause, he added, “He’s not a good person. Stay away from him.”

I ask him about the research on Justin and her family. “Nothing suspicious. They did have a land dispute with a vampire family, years back. I doubt if they knew they were vampires, but it’s something to look into.” I nod, giving him a go ahead. I go back to the kitchen, to get something to eat. Oliver made spaghetti and meatballs. He’s a good cook, his grandmother taught. I don’t even know what my grandparents names are. I never bother to ask. “What about Alpha Elias? Heard from him yet?”

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Yes, I can camouflage us, but with less people around we will be less likely to accidently run into somebody. I get a phone call from Red saying they were done with the liquor run. So, I pictured the vehicle they are in, and pulled it to me. It worked without a problem. The amount of liquor that they bought is crazy. I’ve never seen a backseat and trunk, full of fifths and pints before. Robby’s mouth fell open and said, “Well, this is my spot.” He joked, as he sat in the front seat of the car. With everything he still makes me smile when I’m stressed. I still have my issues bringing Orna and “Bob” over together. I know Robby does also. “Bob” is a hustler and will say anything to get what he

Mr Black said motioning to the two visitors chair in front of his desk, bringing her back to life. Grace nods her head finally recollecting her self and her reason for coming. She walks towards the chair, before taking a seat. "What do I owe this Visit, Mrs Winters?". Mr Black asked his eyes focused on her and his back leaning on his chair. "Well....., Good Morning Mr Black". Grace started unsure, her hands twirling the card, and her eyes focused on the marble floor. She wasn't able to meet his eyes, as she remembered how he was earlier, a blush crept to her pale cheeks, she crossed her legs together, heat forming between her legs. She was Oblivious to the smile on Mr Blacks face as he obse

“ You remember my daughter, Mia, “ the old man said. Mia put her hand on Nikolai and looked at him with seductive eyes. She ignored my presence completely and so did her father. Nikolai looked very uncomfortable. I had never seen him uncomfortable. Ever. “ I remember her, “ Nikolai answered and tightened his grip on my waist. “ There was a time I wanted the two of you to get married. What happened between the two of you? “ The old man asked and I rolled my eyes. Could he be more obvious? He was trying to create mistrust between me and Nikolai. Little did he know that we had no relationship at all. He was disrespecting me because I was a woman. Before he could speak, I stepped into view and o

Rani said laughing. “Oh, then you all must have witnessed some smoke coming from his ears too right.” I said high fiving her. We didn’t see someone standing in front of my desk until that someone cleared his throat. We both suddenly turned around and saw that Mr.Stone is standing there fuming at me. We both immediately stood up gulping and looking at each other and then at Mr.Stone. Then we heard Maam coming out of her cabin and stood beside Mr.Stone smiling at us. And the remaining staff just did what they always do like sitting silent and there is that stupid pin drop silence.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.