Storybots Beep X Bang Novels & Stories

Belle said, standing up from the table. “A rainbow would be perfect.” Billy was serious for a moment, obviously thinking. “Colorful,” he repeated pensively. “How about a robot with striped legs?” I suppressed a giggle at his funny suggestion. But Hazel’s face remained serious. “A rainbow AND a robot with striped legs? That sounds perfect!” Billy and Belle’s face broke out into a proud smile. “We’re on it, Aunty Hazel,” Billy declared. “Come on Belle. Aunty Hazel needs some art.”

Mom was already doing her thing hugging my woman and trying to calm her while Mindy brushed her hair with her fingers. I put them in the truck and went to see where my people were at with this shit. I had to put a leash on my emotions and clear my fucking head. The robot was doing her thing while the team stood a fair distance away. Tessie was a nifty little toy that DHS had paid millions for we have two of these shits. They can do in seconds what it would take a human minutes or sometimes hours to do. She evaluates the potential threat and dismantles it all by herself. If the rest of the world really believes that Americans are the dumbest fucks on the planet they've never seen inside the m

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Beau's phone started to ring and he (Beau) took his (Beau's) phone out of his (Beau's) pocket seeing Carls calling him (Beau). Beau said, "Oh look who's calling, Carls," and answered the phone saying, "Yes." Carls said, "She's screaming again Master Beau, she just needs you." Beau put his phone on speaker, stared at his (Beau's) father, and said, "Put me on speaker." Carls put Beau on speaker and Beau and Nathaniel heard Marigold screaming. She screamed, "Beau, Beau, Beau, Beau, Beau." Beau said, "Marigold it's okay, I'm here, please calm down." Marigold began calming down saying, "B-Beau, B-Beau, Beau, Beau," and Beau said, "It's okay, please Marigold I'm here.

Author: Wait, whaaaa- Ryder: *crawls and grabs author's leg* Help, he is really trying to smash me! Author: Omg! Are you... are you finally smashing?? Carter: Yes! *pushes author away and hits Ryder with a flyswatter* I've smashed him, see? Author: *sighs and massages temples* I'm going back to my potato box.

we both had dinner under moonlight we are sleeping in a swing, he closed his eyes while holding me like a kid I'm ruffling his hair I asked "what is your intentions behind making bunny as his secretary" he kissed on my cleavage and said "don is completely different from others his psychological depression made him a robot who is in human form no feelings, no smell or taste sense, no feel of touch, no expressions or feelings nothing, we tried many ways to cure him nothing worked on him but princess kiss made him to feel everything new, he felt touch of her lips, her smell and taste of alcohol from her lips, then I felt she is the one for him

He groaned in pain and looked at me seriously. "Tell him to kill the male." My Tasmanian growled loudly in my head. "Kill him." I mouthed out the words furiously. The mummers broke out and a few chuckles of sarcasm that I despised. "See I told you, the human can't stand against one of us." A female voice said from behind me. I wasn't going to lose hope in my bond no matter what. "For me," I whispered softly then smiled when he nodded.

1954. “Stand up straight,” My mother breathes the words to me under her breath and her fingers reach out and pinch me where others will not notice. I no longer whimper when she does it. “Do not forget to smile.” It is not a reassurance- it is a warning. A warning to be perfect. I practice at night, pulling my lips into the wide grin she favors. I practice the pitch and tone of my voice as I dutifully extend my hand and repeat over and over ‘Hello, it is nice to meet you’ and ‘I am Rosalie Anderson, it is nice to meet you.’ I practice until I am practically blue in the face and when I sleep I no longer know who I am. If I am Rosalie Anderson, the girl who does not like her mother. The girl wh

And he had fucking known it. After he had stopped whistling, I thought I'd had a break. Nope. Instead, he had started playing that dinosaur game that appeared on the web browser when you didn't have internet. At full volume. I swear, when he wasn't making it jump almost every second, he had made it crash just so the sound effects would play over. And. Fucking. Over. Again. That had gone on for another fifteen minutes before he moved on to drumming his hands on his lap, making a nonexistent beat and an excruciatingly annoying choppy tempo. The sound of his hands slapping onto his grey sweatpants had somehow made it all worse.

Beep! Beep. Beep. My thoughts scatter like terrified pigeons. Their footsteps get closer. Louder. Closer. Beep-beep-beep-beep. Payback. Beep. Revenge. Beep. Death. Beep. Darren grabs my arm. My eyes fly open. Beep! Beep! The green light blinks in the darkness. On. Off. On. Off. My eyelids feel like someone glued bricks to them. I try to keep them open. Lose the battle.

"Listen up, class! Mr. Zane Atlantis here is going to be your new teacher. He is a professor, and I hope you will be able to lean from him." "Oh, he can teach me all night!" A girl suddenly yelled and Mrs. James rolled her eyes. She looked like she had been expecting the reaction, as the rest of the girls giggled, a few just staring at him like they were watching prey. Alpha Zane said nothing and the woman spoke up again. "Detention, Bonnie. Now for the rest of you, I would like you to behave. You do not want to give Zane the impression that all of you are some kind of starved little girls now, will you?"