Metal Cardbot Characters Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Unlike the first time she had used it, Belle confidently handed over the black card that had been sitting in her wallet for months. "Madame Belle, your signature, please," the cashier said politely, handing her the electronic pad. Belle smiled and signed without hesitation. "Thank you, Madame. Here is your receipt and transaction slip. It was a pleasure seeing you again." "Thank you," Belle replied warmly. As soon as she accepted the shopping bags, they were immediately taken from her hands by Mac and the security personnel accompanying her. "Thank you, Mr. Mac," Belle said with a grateful smile. "It's my job, Young Madame," Mac replied with a respectful nod.

she says picking me off the floor and into her arms, we kept cuddling until the mechanical help was here, I was clinging to her even when they came in, they knew who I was but didn't care, all I cared about was having Damien fixed. "Hello little boss" the guy says, before going to check on Damien, they had to take out the burned circuit change some fuses, do a full check on the model before he was ready to reboot. "We didn't mess with your programing little boss. He should be ready to reboot in any minute, you know people get attached to bots more than they do to their own family these days" he says before giving me one last salute and leaving. "Daddy?" I ask the bot, although Eva is a great

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.