Optimus Prime And Bumblebee Father And Son Novels & Stories

Brandon's voice was filled with mockery, being the proud ruthless Alpha that he is, he would never bow to anyone. "And we do have that as well maybe, you have forgotten that my father is the former alpha Oscar's youngest son, and the beta here, is the son of his niece, so now let's see how you brag about having an alpha blood in your vein," gamma Cameron's voice came up, matching the mocking words of alpha Brandon.

“Dad, watch me. I’ll call Odello Corp. and ask them to help us out!” His father’s eyes shone at his son’s words. Odello Corp. was one of the top three corporations in town. Surely their issues would be resolved if Odello Corp. came to their rescue. The old man was still worried. Since when was his prodigal son so acquainted with the Odello Corporation? It was during this moment of doubt that Zack thumped his chest. “Don’t worry, Dad. I’m best bros with Kendrick Odell of Odello Corp.!”

I paused by the door, my grip tightening around the doorknob, but I said nothing. As I was returning to my room, I was so lost in thought that I bumped into someone by the stairs. “Oh, sorry,” I muttered, and when I looked up, I saw that the man I bumped into was Cyrus, the son of my father’s Beta, Vaughn. His father was part of the revolution that had overthrown my father. Unfortunately, before my father was caught, Vaughn was shot in the heart by my father with a silver bullet. He did not survive.

“Yes.” “About the transplant?” “Yes.” “And the donor search?” “Yes.” His eyes narrow slightly. “But that’s not the only thing on your mind.” I hesitate. For a long moment I listen to Maya’s steady breathing before finally speaking. “Dominic…” I say quietly. Adrian doesn't look surprised. “He’s her father.” “Yes.” “And genetically he could be the best chance she has for a match.” Adrian exhales slowly before nodding. “That’s true.” The words feel heavy in my mouth.

"And you are?" "I'm Hudson Reagle. My father is Zachariah," Hudson said with a fawning smile. Drake remembered that name. He nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I know your father. Well, carry on.” Although the Reagles were rich, their status was far inferior to Drake's, so they were not that close. Drake said a few perfunctory words before leaving with his subordinates in tow. Even so, Hudson felt proud of himself. He said smugly, "Did you see that? Mr. Hughes knows my father well, just as I said."

“I have three parents. My father’s name is Xavier. He's an Alpha tribrid like I am. He's Alpha Reid's third in command. My Dad's name is Theo, and he's an Omega, but he didn't give birth to me; my Pops did. My Pops is Damien, and he's a submissive Beta. He's also Alpha Reid's Beta. My father and Dad can relate to you because they were once held captive, too.

the father spoke as he decided to not disrespect the Alpha by remaining silent. “I believe she has not even met you in years,” My father acknowledged that I didn’t even remember their names, “That’s Mike Mccoy, the new Royal beta’s father, and that young man is his son, our new Royal beta, Herry.” Father introduced them to me, “And she is Octavia!” “Nice to have you back in the pack,” where the father looked like he was trying to be very nice to me, the son rolled his eyes and didn’t even greet me.

I whine, stomping my feet on the floor and crossing my arms in front of my chest. I don’t get it, what’s the big deal? Since when naming your kid after the best, most awesome and coolest fucking Autobot the universe has seen is a crime? Besides, why can’t they see how cool it would be? Anyone touch the kiddo? Ha, all she has to say is “autobots, roll out,” and we’ll be there. I shall be the bumblebee and the rest of her dads can be whatever is left there. “Because Sarah said so. Didn’t we agree to go with the name all of us like?” Luka adds.

"I am the Final Draft. And I’ve come to take my son back to the Apex." Elian froze. He looked at the ground beneath him—the "Infrastructure" that was his father—and then at the man standing before him.

My heart nearly stops at that voice. “She just woke up,” Tes replies, sliding off the bed. I look at Tes—he nods, smiling—as I turn to the man in the wheelchair rolling toward us. His face is scarred with burns, but I’d know my father anywhere. Tears spill as he smiles at me. I shuffle upright, heart pounding, then ease off the bed and hobble to him. “Daddy,” I sob, throwing my arms around him. His face crumples with emotion as he hugs me back. He smells just like I remember. My heart swells, overwhelmed.