Bob X Opheebop の小説・ストーリー

They probably die from heart attack. By the way. My name’s Rick Fox. I am an actor that’s why I am popular and I am also the owner of this bar. Sorry for being flirty but I was born this way (by: lady gaga). Wondering why I am the one in the counter and not my staff? Simply because it’s Sunday and I dislike working in this day except from attending my bar. My bar does have too many customers and 70 percent of them are girls. Yeah, what am I expecting?

“You know what? Occasionally, there’s a time when we feel uncomfortable if we’re always together with the same person all the time.” “Don’t say that you get bored with your own boss!” Qeiza glanced at Xander with the tail of her eyes. “If he heard that, I’m sure his ears would smoke or the horns would stick out of his head.” “You’re absolutely right!” Xander agreed with Qeiza’s opinion. “It would be certainly added with the face color as red as the seeds of Adenanthera pavonina.” Imagining how horrible Ansel’s face was when he got mad, Xander couldn’t help but laugh.

Steffan, I need a little help. Steffan was too willing to agree. ''Sure. What is it?'' ''I need models for our company. Two males who match the looks of each other but with totally opposite personalities and appeals. Do you think you can help me? Your cousin has modeling agency, right?'' Steffan smiled. '' Hmmm... I could, of course... Let me call him first...'' As Steffan disappeared to call his cousin, Robin focused his eyes on the bottle of lube.

"Wait...X..Xavier st...stop…" "Hey .. Hey .. hey," he says softly, to calm me down. "Look at me, it's okay, I know you're not ready for sex, but I want to try something, okay?" he continues quickly with a small smile on his face to help decrease my panic. "Trust me, you will enjoy it." Xavier adds.

BAR. Sophia ordered more shots even as the bartender gave her a skeptical look. Your job is to serve drinks and not to ask questions, or decide who to sell drinks to, except if they were underage, Sophia thought, the fact was that she was not underage hence why she could order as many as she wanted until she fucked up her liver. Sophia was tired of everyone, her boss, her friends if they were even friends anymore, and the whole cause of their break-up was no other than her overbearing Boss Mr. Lennox, and of course Jonathan.

She said as Mike nodded, signifying that Rose was right and that the doctor should please say something. "The operation was successful." The doctor said as Rose forced a smile on her face and as she was about to let out a shout of joy, something bad interrupted. "But." The doctor said, "But What?" Rose and Mike asked the doctor the same time. "During the operation, we found out that he also had a brain tumour and it almost ate him up. The good news is that we also operated on his brain and it was a success but…" he sighed. "But it affected his brain. I mean… he might not remember everything when he wakes up." He said and looked at Rose and Mike to hear what they had to say and immediately, R

He can't lose her again, this time he won't survive. Ash noticed the panic on his face. "But we still have a hope... We can help her..." Xavier looked at him hopefully. "I am ready to do anything... Don't care about money. I just want her back..." He said desperately. "It's not about money... Sarah has traumatized childhood, her blood phobia explains it. She is not in this state just because of her accident but because of her childhood too. She is getting temporary comfort by these medicines and has become addicted to it... It will be hard to bring her back..."

' My wolf max said and I groaned in frustration. ' it's my kill, I deserve it don't I?' I replied but he didn't answer. Fine if he doesn't want me to kill the mutt I won't. " take him to the dungeon. Starve him and beat him if you want, I don't care. Make sure you use wolfsbane on him too if he doesn't want to talk. I'll be in my office." Miles and Damian lifted the wolf and walked away with it. I tried to ask max why he didn't want me to kill him but he only called me stupid and said that the only sense I have is the instinct to kill. That my brain was like Patrick in Spongebob and I wasn't even useful.

I don’t say ‘because of you’, but the sentiment hangs in the air between us. He rolls his eyes. “I know why you can’t play baseball, for fuck’s sake, but the alternative is ridiculous. It’s like you’ve googled the top ten most boring professions and chosen the worst one.” “Seriously,” I say, blood pulsing at my temples, “you’re the last person in the world who’s allowed to have an opinion on that.” “Fine.” He takes another gulp of coffee. “Go ahead and ruin your life, what’s that to me?”

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.