Transformers Mikaela Novels & Stories

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

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She seated herself next to Thalia, greeting them all politely, while Gaby looked amazed. "You must be kidding me," Gaby smirked, approaching the lady who was giving her an explicit stare. "She can't be." "Oh yes, she can," Thalia said with excitement. "Is this real, Mother?" inquired Camilo, locked into the resemblance. "Yeah. She looks exactly like Gaby. Brian here has been helping me turn her into the best version of you. Apparently, I think she is ready." "Why is she here? Why?" Gaby inquired with precise ignorance.

“Look at me. I know those eyes can’t lie, my dear Clarissa.” Sofia was taken aback but she had to gather herself together. Mikael knew everything about her, even her past and her deep secrets. Mikael, her childhood sweetheart, knew that she was Clarissa Gonzales. But she had to constantly remind him to forget about her past identity. "Mikael, please forget about Clarissa. I am now Sofia Villanueva!" She had to emphasize her present persona. “All right, my shy Sofia, but what are you trying to hide this time?” The man tried to tease the woman who seemed anxious at the moment.

The creature’s malevolent laughter echoed through the chamber as Mia stepped forward, her movements jerky yet eerily deliberate. Her eyes, now glowing a sinister red, revealed no trace of the friend they knew. Her expression was cold, devoid of the warmth and fear they had come to expect. “Mia?” Anna’s voice cracked as she stepped closer. She reached out a trembling hand, but Logan grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. “She’s not Mia anymore,” Logan said grimly, his eyes locked on the transformed girl.

In reality, she stormed out of the Apothecary, yanked open her car door, and her expression immediately turned cold. Isabelle, who was always with her, looked up in surprise. "Mikayla, why were you crying?" Mikayla pulled out a mirror, touched up her makeup, and said flatly, "Acting." In just a few strokes, her face returned to flawless perfection, once again the dazzling beauty who captivated half of Chetvine's young men. Isabelle gave her a strange look. "Mikayla, did someone bully you?"

The moment we stepped out of the car, however, I was greeted by an all-too-familiar voice. “Well, well, well,” Mikaela’s mocking tone cut through the quiet evening. “The mighty Luna Queen returns, only to find that even her own people don’t want her.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to let her words get under my skin. Mikaela had always been a thorn in my side, but after everything I’d been through, I wasn’t about to let her petty jabs affect me. I turned to face her, my expression cold but composed.

As they started to regain their strengths, as they were all staring at Zara'm, imagining what she is trying to do. Zara'm kept stepping forward till she reached out to Mikel who was already on his knees and still in form of a werewolf. She cuddled him as she whispered in his ear "It okay, am fine now, it's time to rest" Zara'm whispered to Mikel with a low voice. And then Mikel transformed back to human, as he closes his eye. Everything began to get back to its normal position in his brain, his scared spirit begins to return back to him while the brave one begins to leave him.

Just as Laura was about to ask what was going on, Mikaela stopped, turning to her with a playful grin. “Stay right here,” Mikaela instructed, backing away with a wink. “What? Wait! Mikaela!” Laura called, watching in shock as her friend dashed off into the trees, leaving her alone in the quiet clearing. She bit her lip, feeling an odd nervousness as she looked around. She was about to take a step forward when, suddenly, a warm glow illuminated the space around her. One by one, delicate strands of fairy lights flickered to life, gracefully draped along the branches above her. The soft illumination cast a magical light that danced in the air, wrapping around her like a gentle embrace.

My name was right there, written in a red typography: Mikaela Vinny. "She never killed her, but she knows too much. Keep her drugged. The voices return when she's conscious for too long. If she remembers, it's over."