Romans & histoires Bob Sheldon

"Mr. Ford, let's eat quickly, or it will get cold." Seeing Haley's shyness, Shane backed off, toning down his gaze. But his eyes never strayed from her. Outside the dining room, the butler, Bob, watched this scene and could not help but silently sigh. His employer's lovestruck demeanor was quite a sight to behold! Who would have thought that this man, so full of love in his eyes, would have a completely different side in front of others? He seemed like a changed person. With a shake of his head, Bob quietly left. Later, as the two finished dinner, he approached Shane, lowering his voice. "Mr. Ford, what about the online public opinion? Shouldn't we address it?"

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

The Reynolds were trying to patch a wound they had caused for years, but it was too late — the blood was already out in the open. Sheldon turned slowly toward Bosco, his expression unreadable. He took one slow step forward, his eyes fixed on him until Bosco unconsciously took a step back. “You love her?” Sheldon repeated, his voice cold, steady, and low enough to cut through the air. Bosco swallowed hard. He didn’t answer. “You love her,” Sheldon said again, this time louder, almost scoffing. “But you never bought her new clothes. Never gave her pocket money. Never let her use the kitchen. Never transferred her to a better school when she begged you.”

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

Mont asked, voice low but pointed. “You need to understand vot ve may be facing. If I am right,and I hope dat I am not, ve are no longer alone in zis house.” Nobody interrupted him. Maybe we were all just too tired to argue, or maybe we could all sense that the thing upstairs wasn’t going to wait long. Dr. Schnell began. “His name vas Bob. Not Robert. Bob. That vas how he liked it. He vas S.H.A.D.E., of course. Strong. Smart. Good field instincts. But he vas also... emotional. You understand? Sentimental. Vore his heart on his sleeve.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Sheldon immediately froze upon hearing this, but soon snapped out of his stupor and replied, sneering, "Are you an idiot? Mr. Mosier is the chief-of-police, which makes us our boss, so of course we know him! Why do you ask? What is the meaning of this? Are you trying to tell me that you're good buddies with Mr. Mosier? You think you can scare me? You're an imbecile! You expect me to believe that a nobody like you would be in league with Mr. Mosier, of all people?

I don't have time for something as unimportant as tertiary education… “Oh my God, he is here!" "Who? Arthur Blackwood?!" "Look at the jaw line!" "By God, I'm going to pass out if he even looks at me!" “Oh no, you won't, because he is never going to look at you!" “Why do you have to kill the vibe? Let me admire my dream man.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It's not like he will ever notice you.” I roll my eyes, pretending that I did not hear a word of that lust-driven conversation.

His mind was haunted by a single thought—as long as he didn't see my corpse, then I was still alive. The days slipped by as Sheldon lost himself in his insanity and dedicated himself to looking for me. Six months later, Jackson Corporation was on the verge of bankruptcy since no one was handling the business. On top of that, Sheldon was spending the company's funds frivolously. He was once a formidable president, but he had been reduced to a madman with bloodshot eyes and an unkempt beard.

After listening to her, Sheldon fell into a long silence. He didn't know any of this. Leslie encouraged, "It's alright, Sheldon. It's not late at all now that we've discovered this problem. As long as you undergo treatment, you'll get better." But Sheldon shook his head. "Never mind. There's no need to get it treated. It's not a bad idea to let my other personality live on as Gerald, is it?" "But something might go wrong if you let it be!" Leslie's eyes were filled with concern. She hoped he would agree to receive treatment.