Mobi Tool Novels & Stories

“Mama, Papa, can I use my iPad?” Annizah smiled down at her daughter. “Of course, sweetheart.” She handed the device to Fione, but as she did, she noticed several small cuts and bruises on the girl's hands and arms. Her smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. “Fione, what happened to your arms?” Fione glanced down, seeming surprised that her mother had noticed. “It’s nothing, Mama.” Vincenzo stepped in, his voice calm but firm. “It’s from training. She’s learning how to defend herself.”

Someone is here, in my bedroom. "Whoever you are, you better show yourself." I commanded dryly. Silence. Who is this person? And why haven't they tried to kill me yet? What kind of person breaks into a mob boss' room and simply hides? I take the safety off and cock the barrel of the gun. Christ, I really hope I wouldn't have to use this thing. "You got three seconds before I unload the entire barrel inside you," I fibbed; I can never kill someone, "One! Two...."

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

Albert gave him a good old handshake “Welcome Dr. Qin Shi” “Thank you, Mr. Albert Blackwood,” He took his hand in a shake. After which he scammed the faces in the room, his hands akimbo. “Well, then, shall we?” He asked. The moment they nodded, he signaled his assistants to come in with the orthotic device. They called it the “Mobility Enhancer Orthosis” The MEO was brought to Liam's bed where the dissembling took place. The more unfamiliar sounds Liam heard, the more anxious he grew.

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

Suddenly, music blasted loudly from Ria’s purse. ​Ria jumped slightly, losing her balance before catching herself. Her hands trembled as she pulled out the phone. The birthday melody continued playing while the screen glowed a violent, blinding blue in the dark, completely locking up the interface. A surprised smile slowly appeared on her lips. ​“What is that?” Mira asked, startled. ​Ria hugged the phone protectively against her chest. ​“It’s Mobo,” she admitted quietly. “The AI app I downloaded a while ago. It’s wishing me happy birthday.”