Smg4 Bob Novels & Stories

“Hey, Marcella! You up there?” At the sound of a deep, booming voice, I glance down to the parking lot to see my boss standing next to a late eighties Chevy Vega. The car is so old and beat up, it's the color of rust, but I think it used to be silver back in its glory days. Bob's wearing a white spandex suit, inlaid with thousands of cheap, plastic rhinestones. Because they're not real, they don't sparkle in the Vegas sun, making him look like a poor man's Elvis. The moment I see him, my palms start to sweat, and I clench my fists to keep from running back to my trailer where I can crawl back under the covers and pretend this isn't my life.

Henshaw was some kind of magician that poured colors in the darkness of the room. “Let’s settle down please, thank you,” Mr Henshaw said and the room grew quiet. “Alright, let’s start with the pressing issue on ground. Bob,” he adjusted his glasses as he signaled at Bob who had a disturbing smile on his face that made everyone question his sanity. “Are you alright, Mr Bob?” Mr. Henshaw threw the young man a sincere look of concern. “Perfectly alright!” Bob smiled. ‘They don’t know what they’re about to hear,’ he chuckled to himself as he motioned towards the platform to share the information with them.

Though I suppose when I stop and think about it, it’s kind of a weird situation. Tommy and Morgan have been best friends for years. Maggie is marrying her brother’s best friend. My girlfriend is now good friends with my sister, so when those two hang out and we double-date, Tommy comes with. Whatever. We’re all family now. “How’s Bobby?” I ask Tommy. “He’s doing all right. Supposedly he made a breakthrough during group therapy yesterday. Like he did the last time he was there. And the time before that.” “I’m sorry, man. That’s rough.”

Grace, under the gaze of the crowd, dialed a number, "Hello, Bobby? This is Mrs. Morgan… Yes, I’m in a bit of trouble. Could you lend me some money?" Bobby was Logan’s student. After Logan joined Taylor Corporation, Bobby became his assistant. Grace had always been kind to Bobby, so she hoped he would lend some money. However, Bobby’s response was unexpected. He politely but firmly refused, "I’m sorry, Mrs. Morgan. Mr. Morgan has instructed us not to give you any money." Grace’s heart sank, "When did he say that?" "Just now," Bobby replied. "You’re at Times Square, right? Someone is live-streaming your situation. Because of you, Mr. Morgan’s reputation has plummeted. He’s determined to draw

“The sheet job?” “No. But something like that.” “Okay. . .” “So, on my way back to the city, I stopped by at a fuel station. The store in particular. There was a store there. I went in to get some beer and water. It was there I ran into . . .” Robert knew exactly what I was going to say. “No, I don’t know. So just go ahead already.” I chuckled. “Don McGowan.” I expected him to be excited but from the silence I could tell he had a disappointed look on his face.

Should I stay? "Hey, you don't have to do that." I sit back up, and the guy named Liam looks left, biting his lips. Though he looks back at me. "I thank you for trusting us. I also really couldn't believe this." He chuckled awkwardly. "Sadie looks like the spawn of Judas, but she is nice and soft and cuddly, I assure you. Hope nothing terrible happened. He smiles, to which I do as well softly. "Well, as they say," The colorful-haired Bob--the name doesn't fit him, to be honest--started, stretching his arms sideways. "Foul odors can lead to relationship success!"

He smirked sarcastically at him. Then, he shook his head – like he was watching a very boring movie in front of him. “Don’t worry because I won’t be trapped. I will not believe in any of your words.” Samael scoffed wryly. However, Bobson shook his head. His expression didn’t even change one bit.

Keeping one's phone nearby was a habit only masochists practiced. Meanwhile, outside the academy gate, a four-wheeled drive was parked. A man with a chiseled jawline, combed-back hair, thick bushy eyebrows, and piercing, unwavering eyes sat in the driver's seat. He was one of the National Security Bureau's top agents, named Sigurd "Sig" Mars. Trained in the nation's most prestigious regiment, Sig was a skilled expert in dismantling traps, handling firearms, and martial arts. His intimidating physique and piercing gaze commanded attention.

Cooper Mansion “Shit” Bob growled as he turned off the television and slammed the remote on the table, just then the door opened and Jeremy strolled casually in. Bob’s nose flared and he made his way towards Jeremy immediately, he grabbed him by the collar and shook him violently. “Don’t tell me you’re a party to this, I’ll kill you with my own bare hands!” Bob growled in his face, Jeremy scoffed as he slowly looked away from his father’s face.