Bob Incredible Novels & Stories

I smiled, but the dispersing park workers broke my joy and I knew the betas had arrived. I stepped out, not wanting trouble as the lead beta approached, and before I could blink, I was injected. The world tilted, and I let myself fall. Because, pretending to pass out was the last choice I had.

A night I was still paying for. The intercom buzzed. "Mr. Blake, a Mr. Victor Volkov is here to see you." Victor Volkov. Russian oligarch. The kind of man who moved continents with a single phone call. "Send him up," I replied, knowing this wasn't a social call. Victor entered like he owned the space – expensive suit, calculated smile, eyes that missed nothing. "Ethan Blake," he said, a statement more than a greeting. "Interesting times." I poured two glasses of scotch. Expensive. Aged. Like our conversation would be.

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.

a smooth, baritone voice said. ​Isabella turned to find Robert Kobus standing before her. He was a legendary partner in the firm, a man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair and the kind of wealth that was measured in decades, not years. He was known for two things: his sharp business mind and his insatiable love for beautiful women.

He glanced at me for a second and I nodded. Samuel grinned and I couldn't help but smile. He was so beautiful. # We were currently on the couch, with seafood of all sorts laid in front of us. There was shrimp pasta alfredo, lobster, corn on the cobs, crab legs, just everything that you could think of. And it all tasted great. We were watching a show called "Atypical" on Netflix, and the main character's name was Samuel as well. He was hilarious, and also autistic.

***************************************************************************** A week later Melvin Baker came to Michigan after his long absence. He drove up to the factory, pulled into the parking lot, and jumped out almost before he had switched off the engine. It was evident that he was in some hurry. Darcy, standing at the head of the outside stairway leading from the offices, saw him without being observed. It was amazing how seldom people remembered about the old staircase which led to the main building.

After many run in’s with cops, Bobby had become a sociopath. Sage made her way toward the building where she knew that the client was going to meet her. She could hear Bobby as he rode by and she wasn’t surprised when she heard the world “Bitch” screamed into the morning air. Parking her bike, she took off her helmet and hooked it to her bike. She ran her hands through her air to make sure she looked right and headed in. She had to make sure she kept her cover of a hacker at night and computer IT during the day. But it’s been a bit harder than she thought it would be. And she was having trouble figuring out how to fix it.

“It’s the most awesome thing. It’s amazing. I’m so excited, I’m afraid I’ll burst.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What’s to tell, Bobby? You meet someone in there? Got a hot date tonight?” Bobby shook his massive head. “Nope. Way better. I’m being reactivated. They want me back.” Somehow I managed a poker face. So Bobby had gone around the bend. Lost it. Slipped into Never-Never Land. Sad, but I supposed it was inevitable. Forty-something with no job or purpose, a busted knee that hurt all the time, dropping full-on into a fantasy world to cope with it all? Who could blame him?

“Urm, Vivian, this is Ichabod, and Ichabod, this is my Best friend/ Personal Assistant/ Tracy’s godmother. Guys, this is Ichabod, my bodyguard and driver, he’s part of the family now.” Vivian rolled her eyes. “Seriously, now you are introducing us since morning. Anyway, nice to meet you Icky.” She said, handing him her hand. “Nice to meet you, my lady.” Ichabod said with a bow, taking her hand to his lips. “Wow! Seriously! Aren’t you a charmer?” Vivian said, blushing and laughing, a little bit surprised at his mode of greeting. “Daddy!” Tracy shouted excitedly, taking everyone by surprise.

"Yes, of course. The fiercest and most ruthless Bobby of the south of the city! "Weren't you being such an arrogant smartass just now, you bastard? Let's see if you're going to call Mommy for help when Bobby's finally here!" "That's awesome!" Susan exclaimed gleefully. "I've heard of Bobby for the longest time! He's the king of the underworld in the south of the city, and everybody fears him to death! "You're so awesome, Baldy! I can't believe that you're actually friends with someone like Bobby!" "Exactly," Baxter said proudly. "I even had drinks with him just about a month ago."