Stop Messing Around Mr Bo Novels & Stories

“That's enough Dad, don't bore her with our life story. The boss said to take her shopping for a dinner they have in a few hours.” “Oh he is not boring me.” I said lightly wondering what I had done to offend this nasty little guy called Baron, and how such a sweet old man could be the father of such a sour young man. He smiled back, “That's alright miss, let's get going we wouldn't want you to be late.” I wanted to stop him and say call me River but he had already faced the steering and turned the ignition on. We zoomed off and luckily there wasn't much traffic today.

A room with shelves filled with tools no sane man should own. Chains on the ceiling. Steel tables. Knives, hooks, clamps. Electric rods. Salt water. Leather restraints. Everything polished… and ready. Walter collapsed on the floor, sobbing so hard his body convulsed. Bryan cracked his neck and spoke in a calm, casual voice: “Let’s begin.” What happened next… Was not quick. Was not merciful. And was not loud. Because Walter’s voice gave out thirty minutes in. His throat could no longer produce sound.

“ Is my presence so suffocating that you have to let out breaths when you are with me? If I employ you as my assistant, you would share this office with me. Is this how you would be feeling uncomfortable? “ He asked, obviously annoyed. Why is this man so short-tempered I thought to myself. “ No sir that is not…. “ I wanted to continue talking but he interrupted me with a raise of his hand. This man is so annoying, I mumbled and prayed he wouldn't hear me. “ What did you just say? “ he asked and my eyes widened in surprise. How on earth did he hear what I just mumbled? Okay, now I officially know I'm not getting this job. “ Not…Noti…Nothing sir “ I stuttered finding the right words to use. I

Mom replied anxiously. She had something in mind? What could she possibly have in mind? "Ah! My eyes, my eye!" The screams of agony filled the hallway. My traps did work, at least I had something to be proud of. "Don't leave your room Jessica… at least till you get the signal". Mom said and hung up the call as I heard more footsteps climbing the stairs. What signal was mom talking about? What plan does she have? "Watch out for the rope". I heard someone say.

He had a long standing vendetta with these destructive little bitches, so he was determined to kill them all. Pearl was so upset that all she could do was sit down and cry, while Mister fought his way back to his feet. Once he was back on his feet and he had had enough, he roared a long, loud and very dominant roar, causing most of the sprites to stop in their tracks and take notice. Justin quickly caught on and he and Mister both reared back and let their big roars belt out a few more good times.

she mouths, barely audible. I almost laugh. Almost. I steady myself instead. That’s what men like me are supposed to do. Be steady, and composed. Be the calm before the storm, never the fucking storm itself. We reach the stall. I count to three under my breath, push it open with the mop like I’m breaching a crime scene. And there it is. The damn roach. Big, and ugly, sitting near the drain like it pays rent. I move the mop, ready to end this—

"You think your basketball coach can save you. You think your loud-mouthed friend can fight me." I tore the photograph in half. Then in quarters, then into pieces so small they looked like confetti. "I'm coming for you, Clara," I said. "Not to win you back, not to scare you, but to end you. To end all of it." I let the pieces fall to the floor. "And when I'm done, there won't be anything left for anyone to remember." I poured myself a drink—the last bottle, hidden in the back of a cabinet the feds had missed—and sat on the floor with my back against the wall.

I have enough on my plate when it comes to dealing with Manny. “I'll check him out on YouTube,” I say in my most placating voice. Bob executes a perfect twirl and stops in place to play his air guitar. His cape swings around his thick torso, and I can't help but smile. He's a man who's in love with life. His life. There's not a soul alive who would be in love with my sorry life.

I look up at him and said, "I will see you at home." He was about to grab me but there was a knock on my door before he could. "Come in." I said as I smiled at Bo. Don walks in and is looking at her iPad as she begins to say, "Master, the team has gone to celebrate our win over lunch. I am ready if you are." Don then looks up from her iPad to realize that Bo was standing behind me. "Oh, Master Bo! I didn't know that you were still here!" Don said before Bo rolled his eyes and said, "Cut it out! You are a terrible liar."

They left the place after a few moments meanwhile Maverick's PA rushed to him while saying " Mr Wright. We're getting late for the meeting " " Well Fuck that meeting " without any thought, Maverick yelled however, as he looked at his PA's face, he composed and recall his responsibilities. Softly sighing he said " Well, I'm sorry. I'm kind of stressed nowadays, I hope you won't mind my earlier harsh behaviour"