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."

"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.”

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"W* laaro ola,shotigbo? Ma ri nkan ti mole she fun e. Eja a malo. ( Come tomorrow morning. Let me see what I can do for you. Let's go guys) "Ese sir( thank you sir)" Dami postrated to thank Mr Aguda. He was so happy, all he could do was smile. Will things change for the good? He asked himself. He smiled as he walked slowly behind Mr Aguda and his apprentices. "Shey kon shey eni ti woli ojosi sope kema help niyen sir,koma lo je wipe...( What if this is the person the prophet told you not to render help to the other day?)"

"Maybe both." "Tom?" "Look, Gina. You are new to this account, and you are a new VP. I've been a VP, a senior VP, for years. I've handled Grabbel since the account's inception. I know it like the back of my hand, I can manage it with my eyes closed.

**** *** ******* ******** ******* ***** ** The command has been sent” Bryan announced “Are you sure they would accept it? Vlasdislav who was sitting beside him asked. Bobby stood up from the chair he was seated and moved closer to the computer. He took care as he walked not to collide with anything on the way. The room was poorly lit; the bulbs were switched off and only the reflection from the computer desktops screens provided the faint lightening. “The command I sent would look harmless to them, I used the same proxy as they used so they would not suspect anything” Bryan explained. “They’ll only think that their system is malfunctioning” “How soon are we expecting their reply?” Cole, the

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

So caught by the hope illuminating her eyes, that I miss the VonTassel kid moving to pull the cupcake from beneath the seat. Her yelp filling the cabin, had me grabbing air, and the retard proving why his clan was every bit as respected as the McDougans. Their speed, lightning fast if not legendary, leaving me to growl from my seat as he holds the kid at the front of the aisle. “Your blood or your life?” The changed vamp hisses in her ear before making a sloppy lick at her vein. “NEVER!” Her scream comes with a full body flail as he holds her off the ground by the hair. I know I have to move before the others get their wits about them, but him dropping her on the metal……