The Face Of Boe Novels & Stories

i said with my eyes still wide open in shoke. “Yes ma’am, we know you, you are the face of Elite and the Face of BUCHEE fashion wears.” the other one said immediately. She suffle her phone quickly and pointed the screen to my face. “Is this not you?” i looked closely and behold they were taking about me. I started calculating when i took those pictures with BUCHEE. I remmember i was told that BUCHEE was a small and upcoming fashion company that needs name and recognition, how come am i in the lips of everyone. I wanted to decline but i noticed that their phones were already pointed to my face. I couldn’t do anything but smile at the

“I didn’t. I’m just Brawn.” Boy, is he. Becca swallowed and stepped forward, smiling at the large male and decided he was totally hot. It might take some time getting used to his strange features but his attractiveness captivated her. She held out her hand. “I’m Becca Oberto. It’s nice to meet you.”

Till date, the real owners remained publicly unknown. I raised my eyebrows, as I looked at Logan and all I could see again was the beast I saw all the Bohen's family to be and looking at his friends, I guess they all shared the same qualities with Logan. “You looked surprised. I know I was introduced as the troublesome one but I also work in the BOECH group of companies.” Jack muttered as he looked at me, and he had this flirtatious smile on. “BOECH? Bohen's Tech group of companies.” Owen sneered as he poured in another shot of vodka in his glass, then he immediately emptied it inside his mouth.

Beam woke up to the wet thing that kept on poking his face. He slowly opens his eyes and he is met by the adorable face, giving him his gummy smile and sparkling eyes. "Good mowning mama Bee. Wab wab" Theo greets him sweetly while the boy's obvious happiness is all written in his cute and handsome face. "Good morning baby" Beam cupped Theo's face and kissed him with a smack which earned him a giggle from the boy.

Ouch. “I’m so sorry. So so so sorry.” I immediately said but my eyes widened when I saw his face. “Oh hi. I can’t believe it’s you.” Boo straightened up when he heard me and said, “Lucille.” He suddenly hugged me. “It’s you. It’s really you.” My head was buried in his chest and I could hear his fast beating heart. It occurred to me he was as tall as Jasper. My mom cleared her throat. “Oh Boo, uhm this is my mother Elaine. Mom, this is Beuford.” I said while he still hugged me.

“Traffic’s a be‌ast today, Mrs. Trum‍a⁠n. Welcome home.‌” We⁠ turne‍d onto Rodeo Drive. Above us, a massive bill‌b‍oard bore his face—Jame‍s Voss, the shining fi⁠gure behind Voss R‌enewable⁠s,​ with a perfect smile, s‍harp suit, and those same blue eyes that once saw me as ever‍yth⁠in‍g—until I​ became nothing.‌ My n⁠ail​s dug into my palms, the pressur‌e blooming red crescents that kept me tethered‍ to the moment.

Or how strong her enemy is. Shobek took another swig of the whiskey glass, his body dropping a little as the alcohol coursed through his system. "I really shouldn't be drinking." A burly voice replied to him from the door, "Aye, we be land'n soon." Shobek peaked at the Captian as his eyeballs rolled around in their sockets. His upper face was nothing but bone while his lower face still had flesh concealing most of his cheeks and jaw. A black curly beard flowed halfway down his chest.

Bradley lifted his eyes when Oscar spoke, finding the other man incapable of meeting his eyes. Bo glanced back at the little girl once again. “Hello there Jessamine, my name is Bo.” His voice was just loud enough to be heard through the crowd that passed by them, and the girl smiled, her hand reaching out and making a grabbing motion, one that Bo could only assume was an attempt at a wave.

Bees were small but they could sting—if Bojo really dared to hurt her, no one would be there for him. Nonetheless, Frank strode in front of Whitney, shielding her while meeting Bojo's glare fearlessly. "So, you're the boss of these dicks? And who's your boss?" "Impressive, kid." Bojo snorted. "You're the first man I met who isn't scared despite being outnumbered. Well, if you want to know who my boss is… you might find out if you could reach me—alive." With that, he waved his hand, and his goons all charged at Frank.

Zoe’s chest quivered as the gun's muzzle was pointed at her. “B-Bea, what… what’s the meaning of this?” she managed to ask. Bea didn’t reply and just smiled. It was not the same Bea she used to know. "Poor Helios, he doesn't expect his gem to be banished." ‘That voice,’ she thought. She was startled when she recognized the voice. “Bill,” she whispered. “Hi there, Zoe,” he said and looked at her from the rearview mirror. He lowered his glasses and grinned.