Side Show Bob Novels & Stories

He whispered back. "The sports car guy!" Bob uttered in panic, making Justin's eyes grow even wider. "I couldn't believe I'll find you here, bitch." Calix said in anger, now approaching Bob who's still hiding behind Justin. "Now I could get the money you owe me for ruining my damn car." He added, making Bob flinch. "Oh! Is that him?" Beau said, amused. He looked at Bob and grinned. "Such a beauty." He murmured. "Come here." Calix gripped Bob by the arm and pulled him up. He dragged him away from the couch, passing through Justin who couldn't even react.

Bob was the boss of Skyspring’s underworld… How could anyone not feel fearful at the mention of his name? However, the fact that a person like him was actually so obedient and respectful to Mr. Yarde was simply shocking. Kayson gave Bob the order to locate Tristan before he got a room for Devon to rest. Then, he headed upstairs to meet Zidane. Bob worked efficiently. His subordinates located Tristan in a club and knocked him out before bringing him to Bob’s place right away. Tristan shouted after regaining consciousness, “B*stard! How dare you do this to me! Do you know who my backer is?

Uncle Bob also sighed and made a passionate expression to tease his live streamers. "Uncle Bob, what are you doing?" asked Sapphire. Uncle Bob widened his eyes, then quickly turned off his live stream and closed his laptop. Not forgetting he was back in his nightgown, covering his vital parts. “Saphira, you surprised me!” grunted Uncle Bob. Safira sat on the living room sofa, followed by Uncle Bob. "What were you doing, Uncle?" he asked.

She must be very convincing or perhaps, he really likes her to do what she told him to do. Another call came in. I recognized the name of the caller. “Isn’t that the guy from the cable show?” I asked. “He is. Can I take it?” he asked. “Of course,” I said. “Hey, bro. What’s up?” the cable show host greeted. “I’m still okay,” Bobby said. “What’s with that answer?” the cable show host asked. “Tell me,” Bobby asked to cut the chase. “Ah. I just need to verify something for our next show next week. Do you know David Buenavista?” the cable show host asked.

“Fine. Be rude. I have someone I want to introduce to you anyway. Ladies, this is Bobby, my boyfriend.” Shelly gestures behind her, and in walks a tall man with shaggy blond hair and muscles. “Unfortunately, my friends are still running behind. But Bobby is the most important one, anyway.” Shelly looks up at Bobby and kisses him on the cheek with a smile. “Baby, should we start the show now, or wait for the ladies?” What show? What is she talking about? Whatever it is, I know it cannot be good. “Who are they, Shelly?” Bobby asks.

The man knew what he was doing in investments like I did in real estate. I mostly listened as the others chatted. The game slowed as more beers arrived, and I noticed how Bob kept glancing my way as I hung back from the conversations. At the third to last hole, we were standing on our own while the other three sipped new beers and talked about who knew what. “You seem off,” Bob said. If only he knew…

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"Shut up, she's a harmless baby," I roll my eyes with a chuckle, "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is... I get it, that you're on Sky’s side. I'm always going to be on Bobbie's side, no matter how wrong she is. But at least I can admit when she's in the wrong.” "Well, if you told me what she did, maybe I could consider changing my mind," he says, crossing his arms and giving me a challenging look, "What did she do that was so bad?"

My gaze caught something: the third party who was here with us, it was also shaking slowly with so much excitement. His dick. I bit my tongue slowly, my gaze still on it while Bob cleared the air by clearing his throat twice. “So you don’t want to divorce me anymore?” Bob teased while looking at me. “And I don’t think anyone would want to, with this big stuff called a fucking machine.” “Come here, baby, let me show you what I am good at doing.” He threw me towards the back seat while I giggled happily. What was he planning to do?

It shouldn't affect me this much, but something in my chest can't let go of the casual way he went on his knees in front of me. "Do I have to kneel in front of you too?" Pushing back the urge to gag is a task I almost fail at when I see Bob Woods in front of me. The similarity between him and his son is clear but one of them is more determined to be a problem than the other. I take extra pleasure in my response, "You're not that tall. I can reach over your head easy so there's no need." Bob's face lights up with an angry red shade and when I pour the potion over him, I half expect an illusion to drop off him and reveal he's been a troll masquerading as a werewolf all this while. I'm disappoi