Transformers G1 Rumble Novels & Stories

Ballers den" I scoffed as I read the name above the huge building. Different expensive cars could be seen outside. I saw a girl with just bra and a bumshort. Really? Here I was thinking I walked out naked...but mine was far more better. The huge bouncer at the door made my nervousness increased as I swallowed down the lump I felt in my throat. "Hey big guy!" Melvina gave him a high five and I almost laughed because she looks so tiny in his front. "Long time no see baby girl." He said in a thick masculine voice as he opened the door for us.

Sometimes Solus found it too old fashioned for her liking, but he’d been a good friend, practically family at this point. “Sure nerd. So where to?” she asks “right over there” Leyland points a finger at a nearby black Rolls Royce with Chrome linings. Its wheels where spherical, and it hummed with the low growl of a fusion core engine, a power source normally reserved for war machines. Solus whistles at the sight of it. “East 26D Netrunners?” she asks again, “Why would I lie about that Sunshine? Go get em, I’ll be nearby.”

I just hope the ones that I do answer are actually right. As I answered a question, I felt something small hit the back of my head. I ignored it until I felt it again followed by silent laughs. It wasn’t until one landed on my arm that I knew what was being thrown at me. Fucking spitballs! I flicked one off my arm and then ran my fingers through my hair and found a few more spitballs lodged in my hair. That seemed to draw more laughs from the culprits. “Quiet back there!” Mrs. Gonzales yelled.

Their owner strode toward me. He had a dark silky fade mullet, his wavy fringe slightly tousled as if he had just run his fingers through it. A black leather jacket draped over his t-shirt. Two other guys flanked him, both just as tall and radiating the same confident energy. Sons of Olympus? "You parked in my spot." He stated flatly, gesturing toward my car. I arched a brow, glancing at the empty spaces nearby. "Didn't see a name on it."

the computer voice droned. Four silver soldiers slid out from a nearby building. They didn’t walk—they rolled, fast, on wheels built into their feet. Their glass faces caught the starlight. “I’ve got them!” Raven shouted, leaping forward. Her arms, laced with gold wires, moved faster than thought. She didn’t stab—she just pressed a hand to the first soldier’s chest. The silver armor melted away, spilling off like water. Underneath was a guy in a t-shirt, blinking in shock.

Carly stated as she remove Theo’s grip on her and ran to face the unknown people. “Hey, that was actually cool, you know, tell me, are you guys scientist??” she asked and they halted in their steps as they turned back to look at the direction where the voice came from. “Finish her!” Gomok ordered and one of the doom squad matched forward. He closed his eyes and as he opened it back, his eyes transformed to a shade of pure black and something like bone came out of his hands and wrist. He then fully transformed into an animal but stood erected as a man.

he said again, like saying it a third time would make it stick. He wasn't fine. He hadn't been fine for weeks. Standing in front of him now, in the quiet of the corridor with no party noise to cover the silence, it was more obvious than ever. The Marcus I'd known for most of my adult life was loud in a way that filled rooms. Reactive. Quick to anger, quick to laugh, quick to give you his opinion on everything, whether you'd asked for it or not. The person standing in front of me was wearing Marcus's face and speaking in something close to Marcus's voice, but it was like watching a recording of someone rather than the person themselves. The light was wrong. The presence was wrong.

Fuck he looked angry. That made me even more wet for him. “Don’t ever interrupt her when she’s hitting me” he hissed out before throwing out a ringed fist, I ducked out of the way just in time for him to knock Officer Robbi’s lights out. ‘Damn’ I thought as I watched Robbi fall to the floor ‘ He sure hits hard, he would make a kick ass boxer’ God I can’t wait to fuck him. My stunned eyes caught Officer Eric hurrying towards us, one hand on the taser in his belt. No, he was going to tase Kain.

I don't want him making a mess of the venue. The groomsmen stuffed me into a large plastic tub and carried me out. Through its walls, I could hear the noise of the reception growing louder as we got closer. Thomas' voice boomed from the stage. "What a joyful day for the Gardner family. Thank you all for being here. Now, I'd like to invite our longtime supporter, Mr. Jarvis, to come up and say a few words." He called out a few times, but no one answered. Then one of the groomsmen stumbled, the tub toppled, and I rolled out onto the marble floor. The dirty water inside spilled across the tiles, and the smell spread instantly through the room.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.