Slc Punk Bob Novels & Stories

If this was your tonight’s concert your fans would have gone crazy. - You think so? Did I do well? - Well? Don’t underestimate yourself, you did great! - I was afraid that due to my sadness I wouldn’t be able to play again. Still, I would wish to not appear yet in front of my fans. I should discuss this with Bob. Have you seen him? Bob? - No I haven’t, I had all eyes on you. - Strange…oh, there he is. Bob was opening the studio door using his massive body and in his hands was holding two cappuccinos and an expresso. He must have done his homework well.

Ryan looked like he’d just stepped off a mountain, rugged and broad-shouldered with a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what Sandy was thinking. But then, the door to the truck opened, and Bobi stepped out. Sandy actually took a step back, her heel catching on a stone. He was gargantuan. A towering, dark-skinned man whose presence seemed to suck the oxygen out. His muscles were so defined they strained against the fabric of his shirt, and his face was strikingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. "Easy there, little lady," Bobi said, his voice a low, resonant rumble that Sandy felt in her chest. "Don't want you falling before the party even starts."

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.