Novel & Cerita Opheebop X Bob

His friends burst into laughter and pulled chairs beside us. “Hi! I’m Trigger. That’s Uno, and the guy with the mole on his forehead is Steven. The four of us go way back with Clyden,” Trigger said, casually grabbing a piece of chicken from Clyden’s bucket. “So… how did you end up dating this idiot?” Clyden shot him a glare. I just shook my head and continued eating. I didn’t want to get dragged into their nonsense. “Bro, I don’t think Miss Gaea even likes you,” Uno teased. “Look at her—she cares more about her fried chicken than you.”

“Bitch!” ***** Phoebe stood at the corner as she watched a bunch of rogues circled Robb, staring at him with predatory eyes, she was just returning from the pub when she chanced upon the encounter. They rogues have attacked Robb and it was hard to know if he would be able to defend himself or not since both of them were on equal footing at that moment, she stood still at where she was in order to not attract their attention to herself but it wasn’t long before she saw that the rogues had the upper hand even though Robb had managed to kill two of the five rogues but he was injured too.

“Right. So cool you ghosted my text last night.” “I ghosted a lot of texts last night,” she replied, eyes still fixed on her screen. “You saw it though?” She finally looked at him, her expression unreadable. “Everyone saw it, Bryan. The entire internet practically tagged me in it.” Bryan gave her a small, guilty smile. “Okay, fair enough.” There was a short pause. He took a sip of his coffee. “Look, I didn’t mean to make it weird yesterday,” he said. “I was just surprised. You and Boss being step anything is... unexpected.”

"Bob is running a bit late." Bob. Robert. Ophelia's father. Trust it to him to show a little defiance whenever he could. He looked at the clock above the door on the other side of the room. Surely, 5 minutes had passed since he sent out the message. "We will start before him -" Mitch said, but the door burst open, and Bob walked in, seemingly unfazed for keeping the meeting waiting. Taking a deep breath to manage the rise of his temper, Mitch watched the older man sit down comfortably. Mitch waited for an explanation or apology for the lateness, but Bob remained quiet so Mitch started.

A young man about 21 to 22 years old assumed a solemn expression as he looked at the injured troublemaker beaten up by his subordinates. “Are all of you working for Bob?” One of the men who was beaten up until his lip cracked said shakily, “Yes…” The young man said casually, “Very well. Bob is bold enough to order you to attack me. Does he think there’s nothing I can do to him just because he has Eden Joy as his backer?” Bob’s subordinates did not dare to make a sound. The young man sneered, pulled out his phone, and glanced at Noella’s photo on display. He asked, “Is this Bob’s woman? Hehehe!”

A young man about 21 to 22 years old assumed a solemn expression as he looked at the injured troublemaker beaten up by his subordinates. “Are all of you working for Bob?” One of the men who was beaten up until his lip cracked said shakily, “Yes…” The young man said casually, “Very well. Bob is bold enough to order you to attack me. Does he think there’s nothing I can do to him just because he has Eden Joy as his backer?” Bob’s subordinates did not dare to make a sound. The young man sneered, pulled out his phone, and glanced at Noella’s photo on display. He asked, “Is this Bob’s woman? Hehehe!”

Everyone knew this phase was about pressure, not speed. Rubio tapped one of the phones. “This one’s interesting.” Cassian looked up. “Why?” “Because they’re not asking for proof,” Rubio said. “They’re asking for terms.” That made my stomach tighten. Cassian nodded slowly. “That’s how you know fear is working.” Mara glanced at me. “You okay?” “Yes,” I said. “Just… paying attention.” She nodded, accepting it. Cassian moved to the board. Eldon’s name still sat at the center, but now lines branched out from it.

He knew that he had a drop too much tonight. He had wanted to celebrate his birthday with her properly. "I'll settle the score with you after you wake up from your drunken stupor!" Zoe threatened. "I-I'll surely make it up to you…" Bob said with guilt in his voice. "I won't rest till you do. But now, rest well and drink this soup." "I have no appetite…" "Will you drink it or not?" "I will," Bob said obediently. Zoe smiled. Bob looked ever so boyish and obedient, and the indignant look on his face only made Zoe want to bully him even more.

So I said nothing. He chuckled and leaned against the wall. “You won’t find him tonight. But I’m here if you want to talk... or plot revenge.” I turned on my heels without another word. Bob was dangerous—but not the same kind of dangerous as Ace. He was clever, charming, and unpredictable. And maybe—just maybe—that made him even more dangerous. And the fact that I didn't want to admit how handsome he was... being good looking might be a thing in the family. *******

Xavier “hey, man.” comes Bob’s voice from the doorway to my office. I look up from my desk in surprise to see my partner Bob leaning in the doorway. I was so deep in thought I didn’t even notice him open the door. “Hey…” he says again, more gently this time. His expression changes to one of concern. “You all right, man? You have a late night or something?” Christ. I must look like shit. “Yeah,” I say half-heartedly. “Couldn’t sleep last night.”