Big Mac X Shining Armor Novels & Stories

No explanation. Sun shines through the small windows of the cabin, the ocean I just evaded in the background. A group of Shadow Warriors waits on the black tarmac showing no signs the heat bothers them. Even in human form they're huge-large black straps crisscross their bare chests accenting each uncovered muscle. Adding to their intimidation stance, the straps hold enough weapons to take down my plane. Even without the weapons, their sheer intimidating power works its magic on me and I quake in my heels. Lovely.

… Dave picked the biggest piece of meat and put it on my plate. But I quickly shook my head at him. “No, I don't want to eat this much again,” I said. At that time, most of my clothes did not fit anymore. I was scared that if I ate a little more, I wouldn't be able to recognize myself. “What is wrong with her? Hasn't meat been her favorite?" Dad asked with raised brows. And the shameless Dave burst out laughing. “She is scared of getting fat,” he said. I felt embarrassed at his words.

Titan Ads' bonuses were almost as much as one's usual pay. Timothy saw them standing around in shock and yelled, "Get back to work already, damn it! Unless you want to lose your job!" The women glared at me and returned to their seats. Honestly? I had no problem not being friends with this lot. We were never friends in the first place. We wouldn't even be hostile to one another if they hadn’t tried to do me in first. Right on time, the Baker-Mae representative arrived. It was the same woman from before—Lucina.

“Pascha Romanov, put on your shirt. This isn’t a gym.” I grinned. “You didn’t use to mind.” Her face flushed. “Put on a shirt or no breakfast for you.” I raised my uninjured right hand. “Alright, alright.” But I didn’t move right away. Instead, I sat down at the table, and Max instantly slid up next to me. His eyes were wide. “Did Megatron shoot you like he did to Bumblebee?! Can I have the bullet? I want to show Uncle Igor, he’ll think it’s awesome!”

You should watch it too. I was blinded by the smile, blinded by his odor, blinded by the meat-eaters stinking up my quarters I went on following my man around school. The murderers went on eating and we kept on refusing plate after plate. Then, suddenly my short-lived happiness was taken away from me. Stolen forever just like the Penguins gift of flight. FYI they forget when they are young chicks. My Jamie, my Asian version of Justin Beiber Jamie had been lying to me the whole time. I caught him feasting into a disgusting Big Mac behind his locker one afternoon. Why a Big Mac? MacDonald’s are definitely the biggest cow killers in the universe so that just made it worse.

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."

Since I had made up my mind to leave, I had to make sure not to leave any traces. Just as I'd reached the office, however, I heard a few hushed voices whispering to each other. "Did you hear the news? Mr. Grayson is getting married, and his bride is his childhood best friend!" "I always thought that Mr. Grayson had the hots for his assistant, Ms. Summers. After all, they always spend every waking hour together, whether it's lunchtime, working overtime, or going on business trips." "Don't be dumb! Ms. Summers is an orphan. Mr. Grayson is way out of her league! The Graysons run the biggest mafia organization in the country, and every marriage must of course only be political!"

Arthur cried out from the backyard. Zack rolled his eyes as he took the food that had been prepared by their mother. He brought it out into the backyard as Arthur and Damien—the Delta of the Shadow Pack—were arranging the tables for their gathering that night. “Would it help if you just use the mind link? You don’t have to shout throughout the forest so that everyone would know I am a lazy ass son of a—”

"Mika feeling better?" "She texted that she's surviving on heating pads and N*****x," Tomas replied, grabbing his jacket from the back hook. "Oh, and heads up—we got a new shipment of those specialty burger boxes this morning. The ones with the weird metallic finish? Corporate's pushing them hard, but they feel... I dunno, expensive for fast food." Casey glanced at the stack of boxes Tomas pointed to. They gleamed with the same iridescent quality as the building's exterior panels, covered in an intricate pattern that looked almost like... currency designs. Geometric shapes that seemed to shift when she moved her head.

Shane sat down directly across from Parsha, while Griat awkwardly squeezed his bulky frame onto the bench next to Jenny. Shane adjusted his armor, and with a very serious, dramatic expression, he unbuckled his massive iron broadsword from his hip. With a loud, heavy thud, he laid the deadly weapon flat on the wooden table, right beside his plate of rice and meat. The entire table went quiet. Jenny gasped softly, and Griat just sighed. Parsha, however, didn't flinch. She stared at the giant sword, then slowly raised her eyes to look at Shane, her lips curling into a deeply sarcastic smirk.