Bob Velseb Novels & Stories

The thought of never meeting Ian again and the guilt of not uniting Ian with his true soulmate tortured him slowly. "Host?" June looked up and weakly smiled at the teenage girl dressed in a white tight suit. She was Venus his system. He had seen her physical form whenever he came to Love Crop. "Hey Venus," he said and wiped his face. "Are you not feeling good?" She asked, her robotic voice was the only thing that reminded June she is not real. June gave her a smile, avoiding her scarlet eyes, "I am fine." He assured. Venus gave a nod and said, "I came to say goodbye. It has been a pleasure working with you, host."

I continued, taking my seat and removing some pills from my drawers before throwing it right into my mouth. “Versa Link group of companies, Sir,” Barack answered. “It is owned and managed by some Mrs Rivera.” “Mrs Rivera,” I pondered before looking up. “You, what's your name?” I pointed at the stranger. “Bob, sir.” “Bob,” I repeated. “Do you know what kind of things I am capable of doing to you, Bob?” He stared at me and didn't say anything. I saw liquid drip onto the office floor tiles from his legs and a smirk escaped my lips.

"And I have fur. You're an advanced alien species—like me. Everything I told you is true, and I just want to help—I can show you my alien spaceship if you want?" "Bertie's freak show act was enough, thank you." "Bobby's freak show." Stralath corrected. "His name is Bobby. And I'm worried about his mysterious brother. We can't find him, and Bobby refuses to reach out to his sibling. Our target could be anyone." "He's the one who wants to kidnap me?" "Yes. They're vibrios—from an enemy pod. Let me help you—we can restore your fisheri abilities." "So that I can swim to my father? I have no memories of that water world. But, you'd want to use me anyway—to communicate with the fisheri."

asked Lucas. 'Oh no, far from it, Lucas Colton King. A robot is basically a computer created to mimic human intelligence. I am more of a software integrated with a wide knowledge base and can interact even without having a command.' The woman/ interactive consciousness noticed that the two were still not quite getting what she was saying. 'You can ask me anything,' was what the AI finally resulted into saying. "Oh, so that's how you know our names," added Lucas. 'Of course. Lucas Colton King—son of Lincoln and Kerry King , born April third, year twenty-eleven.'

“That’s not really my thing. I just like to play the field. Anyway, right now there’s a lot going on with the Bois Sombre Pack. I don’t really have time for a social life.” “What’s going on with the Bois Sombre Pack?” “Nothing you need to worry about. We’ve got it under control for now.” “I’d like to learn more about your job.” “It’s not that interesting.” Blake seemed a bit distant suddenly, giving curt answers, as if he wanted the conversation to end. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. We kept lifting our dumbbells, switching to an Arnold press. I tried again. “By the way, thanks for everything you did on Sunday. I appreciate it.”

Violently if necessary. Hail be damned.

Big Bob added. -

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.

Korede didn't give up,he thought he only had to convince Dami,now johnmoore too. "We didn't start this business to just leave it in the middle like this.we gotta take it to the next level", Korede paused. He had to think of something to persuade them especially Dami. Dami was the obstimate,if he was not going to do something then he wouldn't, it takes a lot to convince him. He had to convince johnmoore first.

"Yes, I've seen her conduct. I like her. By the way, Georg, what's the deal with Tom?" "Tom? He'll continue to be in charge of running the day-to-day operations of Grabbel, from our side. Gina is in charge of the commercial side. That way, you can talk to the pretty Gina instead of Tom. Isn't that preferable?" The Boss laughed, followed by the man at the other end of the line. "Why?" The Boss picked up on the earlier inquiry of Tom. "Well, he approached Richard, and hinted that if we took him on board as our CMO he might work out a better deal with Abalido and Quinaeros. Why would he jump ship? Does he have your blessing to pursue this?"