Transformers: Robots In Disguise Mini Con Novels & Stories

Anything you can imagine we made the robot do, but don't worry about world domination, they are programmed to self destroy the second they try to hurt a human in any way. My mother said I can order any model I want, the programming is on me, I'm not about to have the standard boyfriend model. Me being short with blond hair and blue eyes, I asked my complete opposite. My robot is dark skinned, brown curly hair, and much taller than me with a male part to match.

she commanded at the top of her voice. In no time, all things were still and silence, Chester saw a huge robot with a number 79 encrypted on it's back approach them and gaze at them with it's blue scary eyes. It stepped back two steps and fired at them but the missile turned back on it make it fly in the air some meters away, this caused change of attack by all thw machines which attacked them. "You can see for yourself what your knowledge is causing," Chester shouted at her.

all that came against him couldn't leave in one piece. as for Rosewell, the robots didn't need to do much calculations to understand that he was dangerous. He walked majestically into the battle, evading the most critical of hits with just the slightest bit of movement that somehow took someone's head off. anything he touched got sliced into a whole lot of pieces; and I mean a whole lot because the pieces could not be counted. there was a whole lot of irreversible disassembly going on at that side Meanwhile, kojiro was in his impenetrable barrier watching a completely different event unfold. As it turns out, Yen wasn't kissing Mina for no reason. Through the contact of of lips, body and soul

" Erm, I'm here to see, Mr. Brenton " " Oh, Master is in his study room and doesn't like to be disturbed " " If you won't mind coming back later " Just then, another robot approached and whispered something to No. 0079. " Oh, Sorry for what I said earlier, Miss. 0097 has a message from Master " " A fine morning to you, Miss. I'm 0097 " Judging from the robot's voice and appearance, Lena could tell 0097 was a male. The short woman was flabbergasted.

It feels fake. The Elder announces, "I now pronounce Domine Ashford and Ella Whitmore as mates! Let us bless them!" But right then— The giant screens in the temple suddenly flicker to life. Everyone freezes. Domine turns to look at the screen. The footage starts. It’s a cave. Ella is standing there, holding a small vial.

During the party celebrating my promotion, I am in the middle of cutting the cake when a positive pregnancy test report is thrown right in my face. Subsequently, my normally compliant boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, pulls my best friend, Caroline Lotter, into his arms. With reddened eyes, he says, "Winnie, for the past three years, I've stayed by your side, giving you all the emotional support you needed and the respect you deserved. "However, Carol is now pregnant with my baby, and I have to take responsibility. You've always been magnanimous, so don't be petty over a minor matter, alright? Let's part amicably." Our colleagues gasp in surprise before shooting me a look, as though I were a malic

ADA LUBE After rotating the iron tap valves to clear the ice grime from my pelt, my fingers retrieve Hayden’s ranking day token from the velvet storage case to run a detailed inspection. The asset is a high-tier, voice-integrated synthetic robot predator, engineered to look like an ice tiger because my tracking logs show Hayden maintains a supreme affinity for big cats. That specific variable drove my choice on the digital market.

Four pairs of eyes turned towards me, grilling into me. I don’t know where I found the courage from but I did walk up to the head of the table and sat with grace. My voice sounded a bit squeaky as I said, “The Luna of the Mystical Pack welcomes you.” I looked at each one in the eye as I addressed them one by one, “Alpha Rodreo, Alpha Knossos, Alpha Alex, and Alpha Orville. All I got in return were dirty looks. They didn’t even nod in acknowledgment. There was no point in beating about the bush. They were obviously not interested in developing friendly relationships with me.

“They couldn’t. It cost some of their colleagues’ lives.” The ruins of the fallen clan’s base lay quiet. Before we entered, we inspected the areas nearby just to be sure no one was hiding and waiting for us. Isabella made me drive an armored car that she bought impulsively. It was even customized, not just any standard and bulletproof SUV, and had it delivered on the same day. I asked her whether this was necessary, but all she did was look at me and smirk. “Not always. Just when it looks fun. Or useful. Or when I feel like showing off a little.”

“Female buyer. Divorced. Lives alone.” Rex’s grin sharpened. “She’s going to love this model.” He pushed a tall, metallic figure toward the center of the room. It stood perfectly still—sleek silver with human skin plating, wide shoulders, soft-glow eyes. A premium companion model. The kind that cost more than a year’s salary. “I still can’t believe we got this one,” Milo whispered. “Someone clearly didn’t lock their shipping bay,” Rex answered with a smirk. Soldering irons buzzed. Neon wires pulsed like veins. The robot lay half-opened on a metal table—internal codes exposed like a body stripped bare.