Hoppy X Bobby Novels & Stories

She stumbled through the hallway, past cubicles and confused coworkers, until she spotted the supply closet at the end of the hall. She shoved the door open and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind her. She twisted the lock with her shaking fingers. She pressed her back against the wall, gasping for air. Her hands trembled violently. Her mind replayed the image again and again, Lucien’s fangs, sharp and inhuman, glinting under his office lights as he held that lady’s neck like prey. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her ribs. Fangs. She’d seen fangs. Real ones. On her boss.

I slam the door behind me. I jog down the front steps and head to my bike. "Luke!" I turn around. My friend, Bobby, comes from the side of the house. Bobby Sloan. You might remember his brother, Blade. Bobby's smaller, but has same type of biker look his brother has. Long, black hair. Dark, menacing complexion. Loves to fight. Just a really cool guy. The Sloans are the Betas of the place. If I ever took over, Bobby would become my Beta and that's cool with me. I really don't trust anyone else.

Hank plucked the opening bass line to ‘Usurper’, which prompted Bobby to join in with his double kick drum. The machine gun ratta-tat-tat of that song always got my heart pounding, and watching Hank and Bobby do their thing in tandem like that was a sight to behold. They fed off each other’s energy, and the harder Bobby played, the faster Hank played to match him. I remember standing back in awe as they opened that song. Wait, that’s not even the best way to describe it. They didn’t open that song. They tore into it with a fucking axe, right into its heart. I wished I hadn’t unplugged my guitar, or else I would’ve joined them, and I was about to do that very thing when I caught sight of a fi

I sent her a quick text so she wouldn't wonder and give me crap about it later. Bobby's friends huddled around a table at the far edge of the quad, which was completely opposite my regular table. Shrina, Dara, and James were already seated. I'd never really had much to do with them before, mostly because our interests hadn't ever crossed. They were what I called band geeks. I'd forgotten that Bobby was into music.

Mrs Hopkins urged. " Heyo miss Yann, My name is Bobby" Roberta said. "She is Roberta, but we all call her Bobby and I am Master George Mayfair" he said with all the air of importance a six year old had, smiling with his four missing front teeth. "Nice to meet you beautiful miss Bobby and handsome master George" Ann greeted with a warm smile. "Permit me to say, you are very beautiful miss Ann" George said with a shy grin. "Well thank you George" Ann smiled.

Suddenly missing my Gucci guy I decided to text him. Hey you. I'm at my shrink, still got a couple of minutes to spare. Just thought I text you. Miss U. *Lori His reply came seconds later. Hey baby, I'm about to board. Will text later after I arrive in a couple of hours. Miss U too. *James

I nodded but my gaze drifted to the far end of the steps. Mr. Blackmoor was on the phone watching us and planning. And I knew that men like him didn’t lose gracefully. They always retaliated.

Big Bob added. -

The poor guy needs to move on from this show. "Do you want to watch a horror movie instead?" I ask. "You know what, Natalie?" Frank faces me and smiles. It makes a dimple pop in his wrinkly face. "I deem that's an excellent idea." I get up from my seat. "Should I make popcorn? I realize it's early in the morning, and the birds are singing, but I can't watch a movie without a salty snack." "I've never had anyone prepare my popcorn before." I beam at Frank. "Then this will be your first time, and you're in luck because I make the best popcorn. The secret lies with the amount of butter I use, but don't tell anyone."

A call after call was made but Sunny didn't pick up even once. To: Sunny [are u busy?] [what are you doing? Why aren’t you answering?] [hooooy] For no reason, Peter's feeling anxious for Sunny. He's worried deep inside him for an unknown reason. He can’t explain why his heart’s beating fast. He sent flood messages to Sunny hoping to get a reply. He tried calling her again and again but no picked up. He's getting worried but he shake it off and tried to convince himself that Sunny might just be busy.