Hot Shot Transformers Animated Novels & Stories

Nicoles POV; It's been about three days I've spent in this new school. I've made friends. At least, the one I like the most is Johan, she's small, super cute, and very friendly. She helped me open up, and has been filling me in on how dubious the boys in our class are. She's a character. Also a bomb. We are both in art class as she makes the most boring subjects fun. She has a superpower of making teachers answer questions and tell stories, instead of giving notes, till their time is up.

"But I still don't understand what the talk has to do with your plan with the formula for more drugs." Queenie scoffed, turning her face back to Mishael. "True. I've deviated from my storyline." The man replied, flashing an apologetic smile. "My father spent all his life's savings on Transformers because he knew he'd get more out of the product. The Transformers' drugs boost the human body. Increases things like speed, retention ability and some special abilities one might acquire as a side effect."

He was now securely bound and muzzled. "Dare to spit at me again?" she asked. "Feel like testing your luck?" Lana confidently swung a vine whip in front of Gizmo. Bound and frustrated, Gizmo grunted continuously. He attempted to spit, but the muzzle prevented the saliva from reaching Lana, causing it to land on itself instead. With no hope for a successful counterattack, Gizmo expressed its frustration by rolling on the ground. Finally getting her revenge, Lana made an unexpected request to Hector. "Grandpa Hector, can you give me this little guy?"

"Could we ask you to turn that up a little, please?" "Sure. Hardly anyone ever wants to hear the news. We leave it on, though, just in case." He pointed a remote at the television and the sound increased just as the logo for the sports came on. Then the screen was filled with a huge picture of the last game of the championship series, the shot taken as Matt scored the winning goal.

As he began disassembling it and reached the motherboard, Luna, supposed to be off, suddenly grabbed his wrist. Trevor, wide-eyed, watched as the Shiny Egg's limbs stretched, transforming from a 1.2m dwarf to a normal adult height. Luna, with a twist of its mechanical arm, made the worker scream in pain. Trevor, utterly stunned, didn't even notice the water splashed on him. 'What on earth is that? A transformer?' In defense mode, Luna released the worker's hand, turned to Trevor, and moved toward him. Snatching the bottle from Trevor's hand, it crushed it with its mechanical fingers. Just as Luna was about to strike Trevor, he snapped out of it and fled.

he reminds me in a slightly winded voice. I have no idea where my sudden sense of survival comes from. “Please, I’ll give you money. More than you’ve ever dreamed of,” I beg in desperation. He doesn’t reply. I hear him messing with things on the opposite side of the bed and I can’t help but turn to look. He has a contraption in his hand that looks like a torture device. It’s like a gun…it dawns on me. It’s a tattoo gun. “No,” I shout. Why this should scare me more than a blade to cut me into tiny little pieces is a mystery.

he reminds me in a slightly winded voice. I have no idea where my sudden sense of survival comes from. "Please, I'll give you money. More than you've ever dreamed of," I beg in desperation. He doesn't reply. I hear him messing with things on the opposite side of the bed and I can't help but turn to look. He has a contraption in his hand that looks like a torture device. It's like a gun...it dawns on me. It's a tattoo gun. "No," I shout. Why this should scare me more than a blade to cut me into tiny little pieces is a mystery.