Romans & histoires Transformers: Prime Miko

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Both were over six feet tall, but Mika Michael had natural blond hair and blue eyes, and Drac Mitchel had extremely light blond hair that was almost white and bright green and blue eyes. “Hey Matthews!” Mika hollered as Drac and him started down the row where the empty seats were. “Mr. Michael and Mr. Mitchel, find your seats so we can begin.” Our Principal, Mr. Wagnar said into the mic that was on the podium, where he stood. “Yes sir!” Mika said as he saluted him and almost fell over on Carry O’Brian and Stacy Nelson. “You should let a girl know when you’re falling for her, Mika.” Stacy said as she fluffed her hair dramatically, joking with him.

Glancing through my reveiw mirror I see it's Micah. Once the tail of my car slams into the tree, Ajay's already unconscious. Micah rushes over, saying, "Guess what? My transformation is complete. Say we test our strengths?" I glance up, and the moon is bright and full. Instantly, Micah starts morphing. Hearing a click, I turn, and Mitchell has a gun with a silencer and beam pointed at my head. I slowly lift my hands and plead, "Mitchell, it's not me. It's Micah."

It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way. The car comes to stop about 15 feet from us and out come two human police detectives. One them I know. Scott Buckingham, a good-looking guy (well, good-looking as far as humans go) with deep brown eyes and light brown hair that always looks like he has bed head. Add to that his slightly crooked smile that shows off his perfectly arranged, white teeth and he has the kind of easy, all-American boy good looks that you’d expect to find in a movie about a high school football team. Except he’s no longer a high school student, instead he’s actually my age. The other guy, shorter and stockier than Scott but cute in his own way with reddish-brown

a voice boomed. From the center of the room, a massive figure stepped out. It was ten feet tall, made of matte-black armor and white light. It had the shape of a man, but its face was a blank, silver screen. "I am the Sentinel Prime," the machine said. "I am the sum of all the failures. I am the wall that you cannot climb." The machine raised a hand, and a blade of pure energy ignited from its wrist. It didn't lunge. it teleported.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

He reached into right pocket and brought out his phone, then he made a call that was answered almost immediately "Hello" a female voice answered from the other side, then Orie replied "Hello, principal Rin, I need a ride" then he cut the call and looked back at Natsumi who was sticking to his side. Back in the "Shin sekai Tech house", shiro and his friends stood amidst an uncountable number canines. The wolves formed a circle around them and were closing in slowly, in a coordinated manner. Their growling and howling was beginning tick Shiro off, a he couldn't handle it any longer but he was waiting for Victor's signal. As soon as "Go" came out of Victor's mouth Mia's entire appearance change

"Because this is the black ledger. Every transaction. Every test subject. Every death." Xavier's eyes hardened. "We need to get this out." They snapped photos. Copied drives. Mirabel inserted a memory stick into the desk terminal. A new file appeared. > Echo Prime. Bella's breath caught. "That's not the archive. That's... something else." Xavier clicked the file. A voice played through the dusty intercom. > "If you're hearing this, it means I failed to contain it. Echo Prime is self-aware. It's rewriting the archive. It doesn't need permission anymore."

The warriors paint was beautiful to look at; turning Mace into an expressionless work of art. Echo smeared a circle on the back of each hand, then held the remaining clump of mixture to Mace, whose eyes finally opened. The bowl was taken, then tipped it into Mace’s beak, who swallowed it with a grimace. “A beautiful Curse for a beautiful woman” Echo beamed, as Mace checked her hands “You look fantastic.” Mace bowed her head, then looked to me with pride. “I’m ready now” she spoke with confidence, puffing out her chest “I’ll follow you anywhere, Omen. Nadia has given me the strength I needed.”

I said, "keep filming. If the world stops watching, the ink runs dry." --- ### The Gates of Prime We ran. Rowan, Sam, and a dozen other "Restored" survivors followed the golden path. We didn't need cars. The road moved beneath us, a treadmill of pure intent. As we reached the gates of the Aethel-Prime tower, the "Real World" security was waiting. They weren't robots. They were men in black tactical gear, holding rifles. "Stop!" the commander yelled. "You are trespassing on private property! These 'Organisms' are corporate assets!"