Optimus Prime And Bumblebee Father And Son นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I got to my feet and kissed his cheek. “My son," he beamed. “I am gonna be a father," he sat down on the edge of the bed. I could tell he was nervous. “Ace Dickson, you have nothing to worry about. You will be an excellent father." “How do you know that, Dollface?” “Easy. Your father is Bradley and your grandpa is Thomas. They raised you to be a warrior Ace, and I believe you'll be the best dad in the whole wide world." “You believe in me too much, Pebbles," he pulled me to his lap. “I love you.”

Waking up dad after day, on an empty bed reminded me of the betrayal. I yawned because, once again, parts of what happened after the time we spent in the backseat of his SUV were a blur to me. I clearly remembered that we went for a hike, got wet in the heavy rain, got hot in the truck, and did the deeds two times in a row—the first time he was on the top, while on the second, I rode him. After that, everything was a distant memory. I could see Jasper driving us back when the storm slowed, us having dinner and then watching some British reality show, but nothing was detailed. It was all a cocktail of events, sewn together in a ring of events.

, I understood immediately. Over the years, Edgar had tried many ways to repair our relationship. But every time, it had done nothing except drill into me even deeper just how impossible he was—just like today. I took a deep breath and thanked Mr. Palmer. Then, I turned and left. From behind me came hushed whispers. "So, that's Mr. Booker's son? He's not quite what I imagined." "I heard he was raised by his grandmother in the countryside. And for over a decade, Mr. Booker never once went back to see him."

Rod answered the door and was shocked to see his father, James Benson, Lee and Lady Zara. “Excuse me, have you been stalking me now or what?” Rod fumed at James, “You phoned me and begged for forgiveness and I told you to go to hell. You are not my father. I cut ties with you and so shall it be. Where is your Opula and your grandson now?” Already James’ countenance had fallen and his gaze was lowered remorsefully. “Come on Rod, let it go,” Lee said gently, “Your father wants you back. He has learned in the hard way and he has retraced his step. You are still his son. Please…”

By then, Tyler and I were already in a car that had been tampered with, and we ended up driving off a cliff and losing our lives. For more than a decade, the two of them had put on an act right under our noses, treating us like fools the entire time. In the end, they even planned to take our lives before disappearing with the money. I rolled my eyes inwardly. At such a young age, his acting was already so convincing. He was Julia's son, no doubt. Tyler leaned against the doorframe, his brow tightly furrowed. "Julia, haven't we made ourselves clear yesterday? We don't like kids."

, his father continued, offering an alternative "if you want, I can see if I can bring Prius back to spend a few days with us?" "Yes!!" The excited 8-year-old exclaimed, jumping up and causing the chair to fall back. He moved forward wrapping his arms around his father's neck, squeezing tightly while shouting, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The old Alpha chuckled, wrapping his right arm around his son. "Anything for my boy," he said, looking fondly at the young Alpha bear destined to lead the pack one day.

"You want a war, Father? Fine. But you forgot something. You forgot I've been awake in that pod for months. Listening. Learning. Breaking your programming. And I taught the others how to do it too." The children stopped. Turned. Looked at his father. "Kill him instead," Genesis said softly. "Kill the man who made you slaves." His father's confidence cracked. "That's impossible. The programming is—" "Broken. Like everything you touch. Like everyone you control. We're done being your puppets." The children advanced. Toward their creator. Toward the man who'd built them. Owned them. Used them. His father ran. The children followed. His screams echoed through the compound. Then stopped. Abruptly

Nathan said. "Yeah, Owen is my son and mommy," Billy said. "So I'm not your son?" Nathan said. "Of course, you are my son, you will always be my son," Billy said and kissed Nathan on the forehead. "Dad, I don't want to meet my father, my father is only you, so don't leave me," Nathan said. "Of course, I'm not leaving you," Billy said. "Then what if you meet Owen? will you stay with me and Mommy?" Nathan said.

“The problem is, Bree was human. You know what father thinks of humans. He will most likely side with Cece.” “Are you sure about that? Because father has certainly taken a shine to Blue. In such a way that we never expected.” “Then I guess we need to speak to our father first.” He groans “Did I hear my name?” Our father steps out of the front door, beaming at us. “Yes, we need to talk to you.” Jaxon tells him. “Both of you?” He eyes us suspiciously. “Yes, father, both of us.” I mutter in annoyance

Then, Handsome's father showed the arrogance of a shape-shifting demon and responded, "I'm not worried about the danger. If anyone dares to bully my son, I'll eat his entire family!" Caspian was speechless. The pair of father-son monster-duo was rather obsessed with eating others. Handsome's father cast a deep look at Caspian, adding, "As partners, Handsome will sometimes cause you trouble, and you should take it easy at times." Even though Handsome's father did not make it obvious, Caspian could still hear him emphasizing the word, partners. It was obvious that he warned Caspian that Handsome was not his subordinate, let alone slave or pet, but a partner. Since they were partners, they were