Smg4 Bob Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

I whisper. "Mr. Remington !" Booming a voice and I pull back from Isabella. Her face blushes and I chuckle. Turning around, I find Bob walking towards us. "Good day, Bob! And I thought we already decided that you call me Gabriel." Bob is the staff here. He helped us a lot when we were filming one of our films here and taught the actresses to skate. I swore he almost killed one actress because she was acting like a selfish diva. But he kept his patience to teach her. Since then, every time we had an ice skate scene, we sent the stars here if they couldn't skate.

“Mmm… baby girl, I knew you had a wild side. But damn, if I had that kind of ass in front of me, I’d never make it back to work.” Bella’s face went scarlet. “Bob” He wagged a finger. “Relax, sugar. I don’t swing your way. But if I did? Oh, I’d be the one bent over, begging for him to ruin me.” He winked at Dom, who only smirked. Dominic tilted his head lazily, still seated like a king, his phone recording Bella’s trembling body. “Good thing you’re not competition, huh?” Bob let out a dramatic sigh. “Tragic, really. Now, princess, I’d love to stay and watch, but I’ve got payroll to run. Round it up, clean yourself, and get out there before the girls start gossiping.”

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.

He grinned with humour in his manner. “And I am no pimp!” I chuckled. “Millie, you know what we are. We are werewolves.” Samuel said as he and Jake joined us. Millie raised her hands in protest, but, before she could speak, the door to the staff room opened and in walked Megan and April. “B-bobby is alive… But he is in a coma…” April whispered. My god, her and Megan looked exhausted. “Megan!” Millie dashed to her side and helped to stabilize her. “What’s wrong with her?” She questioned, guiding her over to the sofa.

We are halfway through the movie when my phone rings, it's Dane. "Hey, babe. I'm home. Sorry, it took so long. Bob called." he sounded chipper. "Everything ok?" I ask "Yep. It's all good. I do have a surprise for you though." He said I could hear the smile in his voice. "Ok??" I say. Maddy is looking at me with curiosity. "So after we left, your little friend came back. Bob fed him half a cheeseburger and decided he's going to keep him." He says. "So he got home after all."

“You know, I never thought about it that way. A macho man like him would probably be bothered about it.” Margo smiled. “Yes, a lot. Now, don’t waste any more energy on Bruce Styles. He’s a womanizer, and he’s not worth it. Besides, you’re gorgeous. Men fall all over themselves to approach you.” Bobbi was a tall Elizabeth Taylor in the flesh. Even Margo was jealous of her looks at times. “You know, you’re right,” Bobbi said with a big smile, showing off her perfect pearly whites. Margo chuckled. “Good, now, get out here before one of his special agent friends decide to come out here and ask for your identification.”