Orang Tua Boboiboy Novels & Stories

I just stand there waiting, until, Tobi's silhouette appears in the doorway, clowning and breakdancing. I know i have hinted you enough to the fact, but i've never spelled it out. Here it is: Tobechukwu Joash Obiatu is a mugu. A tight mugu. And i tell him that with every airful i get. His usual answer: The brother to a mugu... "... is a big mumu." He says, a full grin breaking across his face.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

Why do I have to be called the ‘stutter boy’ when I actually have a name? Only a few people in my previous high school knew my real name. I was like a toy to all those bullies in school, who would call me 'hey stutter boy, c'mere. Go buy us a soda and some snacks from the vending machine' or 'stutter boy, have you finished the assignment I gave you yesterday?' or 'M..m..mi..michael..w..w..what's up?'

That Henry kid lets out a laugh, "What?" "Nothing, Sir. It's just... my parents are on their fifties. My older brother is twenty seven, so... kind of your age. You're not old at all," he says. Ugh, he's such a suck up. "It's so cool you have older parents," Bobbie says, catching his attention. Oh, that little faker. That sweet little voice she just used is totally not real. He should've heard when she called me a cocksucker earlier, he would probably run for the hills, "I wish. Mine are so annoying."

I examine his lean, semi-muscular triceps peek through his beige polo shirt tightly tucked underneath his knee-length trousers, and a pinned on name tag labeled “Caleb Johansson'' printed in black lettering. Judging by his attire, he looks like a typical employee. So he works here? I remain still and silent, and my chest heaves with shaky breaths, still trembling from the fear. It is then a lighthearted smile pulls on his lips. Then, out of the distant blue, he chuckles menacingly before lowering his arms. “Your aim is hella powerful for a small girl,” he says, full of mockery seething from the deep, vivid hues of his tongue. For a little girl? What is that supposed to mean? As if he can see

If he had to guess, they were around five or six years old. Behind them, a toddler who had only recently learned how to walk was slowly making his way toward the group. The little boy was covered in dirt from head to toe. "Da-da-da," the baby babbled, pouting adorably. "Seriously?" Red scoffed. He didn't have time for this. He had come searching for Ava after speaking with Sofia— not because of their deal, but because of something else entirely. Years ago, a shaman had told him something strange.