Transformers One Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

Shards of glass glittered on the dashboard. Lights out.

' oh god, somebody, please tell me this is all a bad dream. The gunshots continued, and this time it was worse. There was only one Marcus and a lot more of those people on the other side. Suddenly the glasses shattered, and I held two shaky hands to my ears. Ignoring the pain that tore at me as the glass shards pierced my skin. Marcus had sustained a lot of injuries and was nearing his limit. I feared for both of us and I knew he did too.

Crack… With a single touch, the entire glass table shattered into pieces. Despite not being made of tempered glass, the table shattered as if it were. It had completely disintegrated, with no visible chunks left behind. When Tyr turned his head around, he half-heartedly smiled at Marcus. His voice sounded very calm as he said, “If you kneel on the ground and beg me, I’ll save you!”

The kind of engines that don’t do idle; they lurk. The long-awaited verdict never came. The gavel in puffy manicured hand with age spots froze halfway down. Then the windows shattered, a burst of light and noise came in so fast it felt like God had gotten drunk and emptied his ashtray on us. Automatic fire tore through the stained glass window—saints, angels, and devils all shredded into a rain of colored shards. The saints fell hardest and shattered in smallest pieces. They always do.

The last thing I saw, right after the sharp pain stabbed into the back of my neck, was the icy, emotionless face of my brother, Sean Lawson. When I regained consciousness, I found myself trapped inside a huge glass box. My hands and feet were bound so tightly that I could not move at all. "Sean, you know I have claustrophobia! Please let me out!" I kept screaming, my voice breaking as I begged. Sean did not even look at me. Instead, he gently wiped the tears from Wendy Roberts' eyes.

she replied. "I see. Then I guess I will have to make you feel that I am alive and it is dead. I think it has been two years since you have forgotten what I can do. I guess I will have to make you remember." He said it icily. "And what can you do?" I am more powerful than you; I am the second-most powerful and richest businesswoman in this country. Do you think you can touch me?" She said it confidently. "Aww, it's good, you are the second. Have you ever thought of who the first? "I guess you don’t know," he replied coolly, his legs crossed together.q

Just as we approached the small window, the arguing ceased and cars started swerving out of the driveway in the direction our friends left in. I mentally hoped that Nathan has already found them all, especially Junto and Hyene, medical attention and are off the roads. Claire reached the window and looked around before punching the glass. Shards exploded from under her hand and shattered glass littered the floor. A small hole sat in the middle of webbing glass and Claire pushed the entanglement in around the edges. I looked around us, checking if anyone heard the loud noise, but see nobody. Claire jumped up and gracefully coasted into the small hole, gliding all the way to the floor on the ot

The reflection in the glass stared back — tired eyes, lips trembling with truths I couldn’t yet name. The retreat was supposed to strengthen the company. Instead, it was breaking me apart. And deep down, I knew this was only the beginning.

I whispered to Rafael as I moved toward the counter, but suddenly the front window shattered inward and the sound of heavy boots hit the linoleum floor. Two men in dark tactical gear stepped through the broken glass and they were carrying suppressed submachine guns, and I recognized the Moretti family crest on their sleeves and realized that the splinter cell had finally caught up with us. Rafael tried to draw his weapon but the first man kicked him in the ribs and sent him flying into a display of vitamins, and I realized that I was the only one left who could finish this before they called for reinforcements.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"