Transformers Fanfiction Sam Treated Like A Sparkling นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was definitely changing gradually, and though she was really concerned that something would affect his growth, she looked forward to his metamorphosis! "Are we heading home, Mr. Saunders?" the chauffeur asked respectfully as he drove the car out of the parking lot. "To the office," Sam growled. Quinn did a double take, thinking she misheard him for a moment. It was a long flight home, and they were heading straight to the office instead of going home for a break? Was he really listening to her and properly doing his best now?! "Don't give yourself too much credit—it's not for your sake," Sam suddenly growled viciously. "I'm just fed up with my parents and Ryan belittling me all the time.

He sends me abroad, insists I don’t live alone, and forces me to get a female flatmate… And somehow, I end up here. “With him.” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “Great,” I muttered. “He shielded me from a stray puppy… only to throw me straight to a wolf.” “Hey!” Samuel’s voice cut in sharply. “I’m Sam, and I’m not some kind of pervert.” I let out a dry laugh. “Oh really?” “We both enjoyed that,” he added, folding his arms like he had already won the argument. “In fact, I think you enjoyed it more. So maybe stop acting like a victim.”

“Come on, you know you don’t like blood on your shirt.” “You’re trying to make me laugh,” Amber said, her eyes clearing. “Is it working?” Sam stepped forward. She took Amber in her arms. “He’ll pay for the pain he caused, directly or indirectly, but first we have to go see him.” Sam kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. “We’ll make sure he pays.” “Okay.” Amber shuddered. “I’m sorry.” “No need baby. I love all of you, even the scary part.” Amber did laugh then. She knew Sam had a strange affection for her Lycan and dark side.

“You don’t think… he’s fallen in love with that freak, do you?” “Bro, you’re really acting like this couldn’t just be the concern and worry of a decent human being,” the other man replied. “Come on, man. Mr. Brighthall and that freak? It’d be like an elf prince marrying an ogress, bro! Hell, I bet there are ogresses who are even more pleasing to the eye. She looks like a pile of shi—” “Shut uuuuuuup!” Sam suddenly snapped, shattering his self-imposed silence.

“You are a fool. For you to betray your king and deliver his sacred content to an outsider shows how dumb you are'' Sam said, as he spatted on her. “Sam, how could you?” Marietta said, spitting out blood, the impact of the kick on her was so heavy “If not for the so-called bond we share, the heavens bear me witness that I’d have spilled your blood to the birds of the air” Sam said, taking off the disguise he wore giving a sarcastic laugh. He transformed to an old worn out man, then transformed to a bird before flying away. Marietta couldn’t believe her eyes, she had just been played. She could not believe her eyes as she got up on her feet, cleaning the blood stains in her dress.

She shoved the Spark into the heart of the rot. She wasn’t fighting the thorns. She gave them a soul. The thorns blazed bright green. Rot transformed into forest. The energy didn’t explode—it grew. The bridge of light transformed into wood and flowers. Samuel’s gears stuck. He collapsed to his knees. His silver pen snapped. With no darkness left, his “order” faded. He melted away, a shadow of his former self. “You… you gave it away…” Samuel whispered. “Now you’re nothing.”

I literally had my bones twist and break in different directions and she saw her mate go through something like that and thought of it as a normal thing. “Are you…” Tiffany couldn’t finish her sentence. Sam stared at her blankly for a few seconds before giggling. “No. No, I’m not.” Sam said. I am something else entirely. “Oh and tell Hector that my dad forgives him for killing him. His alive by the way.” That sent my brain tumbling. “Anyway. So are you going to help?” Tiffany asked her. She and Ken still hadn’t drunk their milkshake and Sam glances down at the strawberry and vanilla milkshakes before them.

Daston turns his rage towards the one person he thinks he can intimidate, but before I can retort, Sam butts in, his tone dangerous. “I think she can. In fact, why don’t I take out the trash for you, Seline?” The threat is sufficient to make Daston scamper away. I watch him huff off unceremoniously, and hold back my laughter, “God, that felt good. Thank—" My words cut off when I see Sam frowning in my direction. “What?” I ask defensively. “Why do you allow yourself to be treated like this?” He looks angry as he sits back down. “Your warlock abilities are near the same level as a full warlock. Put these critters in their place.”

He offered to me with a small smile. I shrugged a bit and leaned into him as we continued to head to the meeting hall. “I’m not worried, but sure, we can figure it out later,” I agreed with a smile of my own. Then I looked back at Sam and added, “I’ll transform for you some other time so you can see for yourself. I take wonderful care of myself, that’s why it is always so soft.” Sam nodded their head slowly. They seemed a little pouty that they couldn’t find out now, but they were happy to hold off until later.

“Well, apparently, he isn’t as smart as he thought he was, and I think that’s messing with his mind a little bit. I think him storming into the house like that has more to do with his deficiencies than it does your abilities.” I appreciated him saying that, but I wasn’t so sure. Maybe I had no idea what I was doing after all. Maybe I was every bit as much a freak of nature as the beautiful creature standing next to me--the unicorn, not the shifter. “I don’t know,” I said. “But… I don’t think I can undo her.” I looked at the unicorn for a moment and she nuzzled her soft nose against my cheek. Nope. Couldn’t do it. “Well, if you’re going to magic yourself a unicorn, you may as well turn that o