Crowley X Bobby Novels & Stories

HARRISON'S POV For once, Bobby had been on time. He arrived dressed in his work clothes, a grey shirt and matching trousers, the word Nevaspring stitched neatly across his breast pocket. I found myself noticing again how tall he was. It always caught me slightly off guard. I finished the last of my notes, my handwriting looping awkwardly as I struggled to keep it neat, then looked up to see if he was ready. That was when it struck me, he would never really be ready. Bryce had been right. There was something fragile about Bobby, something unpredictable. His mind seemed cluttered with half-formed ideas, odd fragments of knowledge, and bits of conversations that never quite found their ending.

He realized he had encountered someone he could not contend with and knew he would die if he did not submit. "It's too late." Blood sprayed through the air as Chase showed no mercy, slamming Bobby into the ground with crushing force. A heavy stench of blood filled the area. Chase's expression turned cold, but before he could act further, a furious shout erupted from nearby. "You monster! How dare you?!" A young man dressed in ornate robes stormed onto the scene. It was none other than Huxley Weber, one of the Webers' Saints. When Huxley saw Bobby's lifeless body, his rage boiled over. He screamed as veins were bulging on his forehead, "You're dead! You'll pay with your life!