The Bobiverse Novels & Stories

while I swat her away. Behind us, drawers open and close in the kitchen. I fold my arms across my chest and stare at Jack. "Why are they working together?” Jack glances over his shoulder towards Gabe, who has found a banana to peel, then back at me. “Bob has grandiose plans- taking over Red Moon, Pack X, and however far he can spread,” Jack says, keeping his voice low, while I picture tentacle arms, reaching. “And a lot of the vampires are ready to end the reign of the werewolf packs. Bob promised them equality.”

When she comes back out she informs me that Dave is down for clubbing for my birthday. Xeno and I have built up the courage to ask my nana and her mother since the plan was finalized. We both agreed on telling them that Dave is going to be with us, then tell them it's for my birthday, then add the fact that being we're planning to go to a party. My nana and Xeno's mother are hesitant to agree, but since we made it known that Dave will be with us and ensure that we are safe at all times, they agreed to let us go. I don't know what it is about parents being more lenient with boys, I think to myself.

Bob says that they're like the parents of the group, although it is rare coming from a guy of his size, anyway every time he says something like that, Ayumi jumps to slap him on the back of his head, scolding him for treating her like an old woman. By the way, Bob is at his regular magic practice. Every day, without fail, he spends a good portion of his morning shouting incantations with his hands outstretched in all directions. Sometimes he draws strange symbols on the ground saying that they are ancient mysterious formulas that have immeasurable power. "Yuck! what's this, why are there some things floating in the water?" Luke exclaims in disgust with a glass of water in his hand.

“Guys, this will be the biggest heist we have ever pulled. It takes money to make money, and a hundred million dollars doesn’t come cheap. First, we need to establish a history of big money transactions into the overseas accounts that me and Anthony will be setting up. Second, Bobbi will need money to go and stay in Atlanta to work at the reserve. Third, we need to get a secure location that we can work from. This isn’t the type of job that we should do from our home bases. And fourth–” “We got the idea, I think,” Anthony interrupted. “I got the cash, but damn.” “I’m going to have to liquidate a few stocks,” Bobbi stated. “I can cover it . . . if we decide to do it,” Margo added. “There’s on

Mike asked, finally getting his voice. Anderson frowned his face. “You were spying on us?!” “No kidding. So now that you know that, can you tell us both what happened? We promise our lips sre sealed.” Bob became impatient. Anderson gulped some saliva down his throat then massaged his glabella. “We went a little time traveling.” “Cool!” they exclaimed, even though they were a little disappointed it wasn't space. “Now get talking,” said Anderson. “What is it you know that is of usefulness to us?”

After preparing a full course meal for the both of them, Suyi prepped the table and called Bob to eat. “Hey Bob, what’s your real name? Why are you in your beast form?” Suyi suddenly asked and glanced at him from her peripheral vision. Bob ignored her for a couple of seconds, then he suddenly vanished after stopping on his tracks and stating he had something to do “I have to go” leaving Suyi all alone. …

“Hey, baby cakes! What’s shakin?” She twisted her feet and came to a slushing stop. Opening her eyes, she glared down at the ice. Under it floated Bob. His long, furry serpentine body coiled and flexed. A patch of wavy tendrils on his head rippled. His silvery, almond-shaped eyes twinkled. Bob looked like a fuzzy merman. He sported whiskers on either side of his narrow face. His body tapered into a triangular point. Along his back, a spinal ridge glowed a shifting kaleidoscope of colors.

Trevor: That's bloody. Bob: You think? Gutsy and mushy too, I bet. Trevor: So why am I here? Bob: I lost a vice-admiral trying to procure you... and I want to make it count. Bob pauses momentarily Bob: The thing is; Rerillion runs a gig I gave him, pretty sharp at it too. He is our "asset procurement" specialist. He jumps from world to world, all 199 of them, to allocate resources to the battle front.

All they saw was a blur, and Bob instantly appeared in front of Chase. “Die!” Bob reached out his strong arms to grab Chase’s throat. Vigorous energy enveloped his hand. It would crack Chase’s throat to pieces if Bob managed to grab him. Chase remained calm with one hand behind his back. He reached out with his other hand and gave a gentle flick. Intense pain suddenly hit Bob’s hand. It was electrifying, and he quickly pulled back. The next moment, his arm instantly expanded a few feet. He flung it toward Chase’s chest like a spider monkey.

She could feel the fierce, magnetic pull of their inverse universe threatening to shatter her composure entirely, forcing her to realize that all the oceans and years in the world hadn't done a single thing to weaken the hold Antonia had over her soul. Unable to watch the candle finish melting for a single second longer, Portia suddenly stood up, her leather portfolio closing with a sharp, abrupt sound that cut right through the presentation. "Excuse me," she murmured smoothly, her voice a hollow, automated whisper that barely managed to mimic her usual corporate authority. "I need a moment." Without waiting for a response from her own compliance team or the opposite board, she turned on her