Transformers 2007 Mikaela Novels & Stories

“You’ll be fine, right?” I hesitated, but the last thing I wanted was to go back home to find Rhett there. “Yeah. Go. I’ll stick with them.” Her smile was warm. “Good. Don’t let them corrupt you too much.” With another wink, she walked out, leaving me surrounded by near-strangers who already felt oddly familiar. After what felt like eternity, Mikaela squealed as though something excited her. “Oh my goodness! I got the pass!” she squealed excitedly.

"You boys absolutely fucking love my massive titties, huh?" "Yeah... we absolutely do." said Max looking over at her hoodie covered chest. Mikayla of course noticed where his eyes were directed. "Hahahahaha! You little horn dog!" she said. "Gosh... tell you boys what. Let's make this an interesting car ride home too, shall we?" Mikayla unzipped her hoodie all the way and removed it completely before tossing over to Max. She then quickly reached over and clicked her seatbelt on with the shoulder harness running right between her naked tits. Max and Ben both clicked their seatbelts on, and they were on their way home.

When the helicopter landed on our helipad, we were all safely away, outside the fences that isolated the area from pups. Angel wasn't the first figure we saw. A tall, upright pup, giving off a powerful alpha aura, stepped out of the helicopter and looked around until he saw us. He just stood there like he was protecting someone. Afterward, the pilot came out, carrying with him some bags. Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter.

Harrison asked from the bed. Mikaela glanced at him “Everything is fine babe”, she assured him “I’ll be there is just a second”. She turned back to the phone, quickly deleting the texts before she turned it off. She put it down and then walked over to the bed. She got under the covers and climbed on top of Harrison. “Ready for round two?” she asked. “Oh, more than ready”, Harrison said with a grin, hands settling on her hips. ~0~ “I don’t know about this”, Lena said, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was striped with bubble gum pink and was loosely curled. Her outfit was something that her old friend Shawna would’ve worn: tight jeans and a slightly revealing red top.

Caleb Johnson asked, only with a gesture of lips. I turned my eyes to the screen, and got a fright that would haunt me for the rest of my entire life. Mikaela and Colton were in the back of the shed. Colton with wounded hands, in raw flesh, while a smoke rose from the deep marks on his skin. I was almost sure that he could have suffered from the effect of some acid. So he moved the camera to Mikaela and my heart broke. She was unrecognizable. I only knew who she was because of the color of her eyes, the kindness that was still there, and the despair. For the black hair that tangled in the ropes that held her from her chest to her belly in a chair. Unlike Colton, she was awake. She knew what

He knew I was right. I looked back at the elders. “And the same Mikaela you’re so eager to talk shit about, while she was in Monsoon, she was Tobias’s pack advisor. Still is, actually." "Tell me, do you really think he made her a pack advisor to keep her subdued? To keep her submissive?” I looked around the room one more time, taking in their stiff faces and blank expressions. Not one of them seemed to think they were wrong. And that pissed me off more than anything else.