Bumblebee X Optimus Novels & Stories

But to my astonishment, my hand was caught in the air by my wrist as Aleric held eye contact with mine, his gaze sharp and a smug smile curling up his lips. "Do you realize how slow and frequent your slaps have been recently, Bumblebee? How would you feel if I raised my hand at you the same way you wanted to? Would it make you feel good, perhaps?" He asked but I had no words to respond with. "You think you could just raise your tiny hand any time you feel like at me? How about I snap them into two?" He questioned, tension rising in the air, his hold on my wrist tightening but I refused to let it show, twisting my wrist In an attempt to pull away as I stared back at him eye to eye.

"You're never going to let this Bumbo thing go, are you?" "It's Bumble. Like the bee. And no. I'm not. You don't even have to contact anyone. Just look at what's out there. Who knows," he says with a shrug, "maybe you'll find a really good friend who can be a great wingman." "You aren't going to be my wingman?" "Who else is going to babysit while you sow your oats?" I sigh. "Fine. I'll create an account. But I'm not going anywhere with anyone. Probably ever."

While every member of the army was working hard to build their future home, there were two shiny cocoons in the middle of their lot guarded by rats and their little golems. They were Lorne mowers II and Ben Dover II, and as their mothers, were brood mothers too. David needed tanks and attackers to start hunting, and the solution was simple: plated rhinos and blood vultures. Bone vultures would not be as useful as their red cousin, so Upton was spared of the role.

The heavy steel platform ground to a halt. The doors hissed open, and the brilliant morning sunlight of the Glass Conservatory spilled over us. "You broke the parameters," Franco breathed. He stepped forward, waving his armed guards back with a sharp flick of his wrist. His dark eyes darted between me and the lethal operative standing obediently at my shoulder. "The Apex Bloom was designed to leave one survivor. A single, ruthless victor. You spared the soldier. You defied the architecture."

Whoosh—Boom! The Insect Ruler released a signal flare that exploded in the sky. He intended to summon the army of insect soldiers he had accumulated to kill everyone on the scene, especially Andrius! However... The signal flare exploded, and time slowly passed, but nothing happened. The Insect Ruler frowned, puzzled. The insect soldiers he created should have arrived immediately. Why... Swoosh... Whoosh... Just as the Insect Ruler was puzzled, two figures arrived gracefully and stood in the sanctuary square, exuding an extraordinary aura. They were none other than Old Hagstorm and Old Ophis.

- she exclaimed. - Take it from me, you don't want to, if you accumulate cardboard in this building the cockroaches will quickly find you, I don't know if you've seen before, but the window of your living room leads directly to the building's garbage dump, any little thing the cockroaches appear, that's the disadvantage of living in a modern big city with some old buildings. - Cockroaches are no problem for me, I kill them with my shoe," he retorted.

’’ ---------- Someone’s been watching at the Hive the entirety of the time, a beast person that resembles the characteristics of ants and bees- long antennae swings atop of his head whenever he moves it, armored in bright yellow color plates, at his back is a pair of large buzzing wings. ‘’What they are doing is defiance against Viscor Mukha’s laws!’’ DEOS XVI- END

"Look closely, bro! It's Transformers! It's Optimus Prime! "What's with the lack of reaction? Are you even a man?" "But my girlfriend is still waiting …" "They can't compare to Optimus Prime!"

"You're never going to let this Bumbo thing go, are you?" "It's Bumble. Like the bee. And no. I'm not. You don't even have to contact anyone. Just look at what's out there. Who knows," he says with a shrug, "maybe you'll find a really good friend who can be a great wingman." "You aren't going to be my wingman?" "Who else is going to babysit while you sow your oats?" I sigh. "Fine. I'll create an account. But I'm not going anywhere with anyone. Probably ever."

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip