Transformers Characters Jazz Novels & Stories

He's been known to always wear a smile no matter what he does in every situation he finds himself , but now he has a sour and cold face with no expression, I guess his smile was my greatest motivation but now it's blown away because of me, I've really done it this time, maybe I should reconsider my idea and leave this place once this is over, the last thing I want to do is to come between the brothers. "Well, there goes his work mode and my freedom too." I guess there's one person who won't ever change in this family. "I guess I too have to start working, no slacking for you Jazz." Did Allen just call him Jazz. I couldn't stop myself from giggling at Jasper's embarrassed face, I never knew h

" Bella laughs and kisses me, her teeth in turn nibbling on my lower lip, before she sighs contently and closes her eyes, still smiling. I watch her for a moment before my own lids droop shut, and I'm nearly asleep when she speaks up again. "Just what did Jazz or Charlie say to make you change your mind like that?" I'm too tired to open my eyes again, but the answer's easy enough to give. "Jazz said that for whatever reason we're not on the best of terms right now, he knows that if he's ever in need of a real friend, he knows he can come to me and trusts me to help him."

But the word that rolled in my head—step-dad—is what scared me. "Hot pink Mustangs." I turned to Jazz and asked, "What?" "It's what he says to get people's attention," Ash responded proudly. "So what's up? You keep spacing out." I shifted in my seat. "Sorry. I've got a load on my mind." "Do tell," Jazz said. So I told.

“You keep telling me that. You are right, as I choose reality, I choose being positive. As you already discovered I go off on my own. The picture always in my head, this little old lady with one big ass Harley Davidson all chrome monster of a motorcycle.” Jack burst out laughing, then stopped surprise about the sound. Jazz instantly reach out and touch his hand looking into his eyes. “Guess what Jack, I can see picture you also on a Harley. But at the moment I am a bit in conflict.” “About what?” he just had to asked. “I know I am cool and collected. You I still have to decide between raspberry grey or smooth silvery.” “Are you saying you can actually picture me already as an old man? I can’

The assailants staggered back, their weapons useless against the sheer force of Jazz's elemental abilities. With a swift motion, she beckoned me to follow as she weaved through the chaos, her electrifying power clearing a path for us. In the midst of the battle, I couldn't help but marvel at the way Jazz had embraced her true nature, embracing every part of herself, even the parts that were feared by others. We reached the outskirts of the facility, where darkness swallowed the land. Jazz's camouflage dispersed, revealing her once again. Her eyes sparkled with determination as we caught our breath. She turned to me, a mixture of gratitude and raw emotion etched across her face.

Jazz I can't believe they just left us here, what are we supposed to do? You can't do anything and I can't climb down those wires.” Jazz said as she paced the floor she stopped in front of the door, she had no choice, she just hoped that they weren't trying to kill them as well. She began pushing the beds, desks, and tables away from the door. “HELP US, THEY LEFT US HERE, WHILE THEY CLIMB DOWN THE ELEVATOR SHAFF!" Jazz yelled as she pushed everything that was blocking the door.

“Yes, you’re shit at making friends. But I wanted to make sure you had someone on your side, you have no idea how brutal it can get.” I murmur about how he has no faith in me, he shoots down the shooters and we rejoin Jazz at the back of the house. “Put me down, right now.” “Not a chance.” “There’s a chance actually,” Jazz starts, I can’t see her, but she’s panting, and her voice is high pitched. Seriously, dodging bullets make her excited? “There’s this voice you use with him, he likes it a lot, he touches himself to that voice,”

Jazz, with her pink hair and bold silver eyeshadow, has the customers eyeing her with blatant interest. “Three lattes and two espressos, Charlotte,” Jazz says, her voice throaty. I notice the red marks around her neck and press my lips together, trying to rein in my curiosity about what she and her boyfriend, Marcus, were up to last night. Jazz and Marcus have a similar style of dressing: outrageously bold hairstyles, dark leather clothes, and more often than not, spiked chokers around their necks. The only reason Jazz works here is that her father recently bought this café. That’s not to say that Jazz isn’t a hard worker or a nice person. She looks intimidating, but she’s a sweetheart.

Allen Old and Big Bear were extremely scared, the two of them retreated. Jena, as a woman, saw Cadell Marcus become so powerful, fighting such a powerful Waldo Roy Wizard and running away, she was also scared, just sitting there not daring to make a move. "You... What do you want to do?" Allen Old's voice trembled. "Okay, find a demon to deal with me, but it doesn't look like much. Old Allen, do you have any other tricks? Let's get rid of them." Cadell Marcus approached Allen Old step by step, but there was no turning back.

That did not last long. Jasper became overbearing and extremely pretentious. I think he genuinely believes he's smarter than everyone around him. He likes to look down at me from the top of his self-proclaimed pedestal. He has always been willing to do anything it takes to get under my skin. We used to have some amazing times together, but we were young and willing to overlook things we should not have. For example, our clashing personalities. Jasper was a combination of Milhouse, Bart, and Nelson from ‘The Simpsons’ combined into one person. At times, he could be sweet or nerdy and other times he was funny. On the other hand, he was such an ass it would make anyone want to reach out and sma