Megatron And The Fallen Novels & Stories

Javier bowed his head, laughing silently. I gave Max a tired look. “You’re getting plain porridge tomorrow.” Max just shrugged. “I still love you, Mommy. Even if you scary like Megatron.” ::: Javier and I sat side by side on two old rattan chairs, each with a light blanket across our lap. Max had just fallen asleep after his last video call with Pascha, complaining that his new Megatron’s voice wasn’t as loud as he’d hoped. “He’s smart,” Javier murmured.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

Author's POV.... Katrina smirked looking at Nathan's fallen face. She was about to say something but got interrupted. "Tell me, Nathan." Jackson demanded an answer sternly. While trying to brace himself together, Nathan tried to say, "Dad, I.." but couldn't get to complete. "I can't believe you tried to help them who backstabbed me." Nathan knitted his brows in confusion as Jackson continued, "You even tried to get help from Mack to save James."

While my final moments were approaching, dying of thirst, the sun rising off the horizon, I cried harder, staining my coat with red tears for a monster had found me. He is filthy, tall, with bright hair, wearing the suit of a man, standing on two legs. His ears are so small, his eyes are so big, their colors so dull. He’s pretending to be regal with real rugs draped around his body, dirty and with mismatching patterns, sewn together into a jacket. He says nothing, looks at the horizon, and I know he is here to watch me die. “Who hurt you?” I look at the monster, shocked that he can speak the tongue of man, and I make noises at him to scare him away, hissing, barking, anything. I would rather

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What do you want?” He tried to hug me again, but I immediately raised my hands. “Speak properly. Don’t touch me.” Simon froze, and his usual aloofness instantly vanished. He seemed a bit hurt, but he still lowered his hands. “Irina,” he said bitterly, “you’ve seen the news, right? It’s true. Camellia is a spy from the Colene family. That child isn’t mine either. He belongs to Marco.” I was mentally prepared for all this, so I did not look too surprised. “So, you were the one who caused their deaths, right?”

Its grip released Siron's ankle with a final painful tug, leaving behind a frozen, blackened five-finger mark on his skin. Siron fell backward, immediately caught by Kit who held him tightly. “Oh my god, Ron. Are you okay?” But Siron couldn’t answer. His eyes were still glued to Morat. The monstrous figure stood before the altar, facing the smoky hand which was now directed at him. Dark energy gathered around Morat, making his form appear larger, more solid, more dangerous. “You have slept long enough, Keeper,” Morat said, his voice drawn out and full of menace. “Return to your sleep.”

Jayden opened his eyes and placed a hand on his forehead, staring at the Cinema in play. He took a step forward, clenched his fist and was about taking another step when he suddenly stopped himself and released the fist. The staffs, some with camera’s and Senior Mr Huxley was there. Making a move now at this moment on impulse will only ruined things for me, I have more to lose than he does! Mateo comfort himself. “ Her?” Senior Mr Huxley point at Lena to confirmed and Mateo nodded.

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

There was a strange feeling that something was being hidden, something beyond their understanding. The mansion was surrounded by high walls, and the sense of forbidden territory weighed on Marlon. But his curiosity overpowered his hesitation. The scales, which Mang Omar had claimed belonged to a mermaid, filled Marlon’s thoughts. The old man’s words seemed outlandish at first, but now, standing in front of the mansion, Marlon couldn’t help but wonder. Could it be true? Could the scales he had seen be part of something far more mysterious than he had first imagined? The town had been plagued with misfortune for some time, and it felt like everything had gone wrong since Don Martin and his dau