Transformers Shattered Glass Au の小説・ストーリー

The personal assistant bowed down his head and walked out of his boss’ room. “What actually happened just now? Illogically and irrationally, the thick, strong and highly-qualified glass could just explode and shatter to pieces. Shit! Shit! It absolutely doesn’t make sense! Moreover, I also lost my golden opportunity to drag my Sumico Baby into my hot embrace!” Back into her personal working office, Sumico was also still shocked, breathless and scared within her great disbelief. “That glass window is superbly strong, thick and qualified. Why could it just explode like that and irrationally shatter into tiny countless pieces as if… as if… as if it’d just been bombarded with a kind of nuclear m

He reaches for me. "Don't touch me!" I grab the nearest thing. A cheap glass vase filled with dead flowers. I throw it. I don't aim for them. I aim for the floor between us. SMASH. The glass explodes. Shards fly everywhere, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Water splashes onto Aureliano’s expensive shoes. Silence drops like a guillotine. They stare at the broken glass. They stare at me. I am heaving. My chest is tight. My hands are shaking.

She hung up the phone angrily. "Ten assassins couldn’t kill the crippled." It's just been two years since he covered it. How strong are his legs that he was able to beat the top assassins? Does that make sense? Benjamin, oh. Benjamin, how many more times can you stand my wrath? You are just lucky. Let's see if you will be lucky tomorrow." She smirked evilly.

First I lost my mom and then my brother and now my freedom. There was another turbulence and this time I hit my head so hard and passed out. A splash of water jolts me up, I look around and notice there are over a hundred girls inside the container with me. Another splash of water and I turn around, facing the source, it’s a man, with a scar on his face. The container doors have been opened, so light is making its way in. I look beside me and notice a girl still sleeping, I try to wake her and notice her body is as cold as ice, I shake her again and notice she might have bled out, there is a cut in her head and her hair was soaked in her blood.

The only possible way in was through the “explosion-proof glass windshield where I can visibly see Detective Andrews smirking devilishly down at me. His sneer irritates me. I allow myself to be swayed backwards by the impact of the bullets from the human soldiers. It gave me the momentum I needed to spring my way through the windshield; kicking it full force by my giant paws, then shrink into my human form, and transform back as a giant wolf. I landed face-to-face with the stupefied traitor. The shattered glass made a crashing sound as I step on it. It somehow emulated the grating anger inside my chest. This is my glorious moment in time to smirk back on the shaken human being who was once m

Machines sparked. Something powerful stirred beneath his skin. And then— The glass shattered.

His eyes — those dark, churning eyes — were barren. And something more. Hope. "I don't know if I can ever trust you again," she whispered, trembling voice. "Then let me show you," Killian said without hesitation. "Every day. For as long as it takes." Rain pounded at the windows harder as Isla stared at him — really stared at him. He wasn't the same man who had shattered her. He was exposed. Exposed, even. And for the first time in much too long, she did not see Killian Blackwood, the mogul.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

Ruby, upon hearing my voice, looked up from the policewoman's arms, her eyes swimming in tears. Her look was a tangled mess of emotions: fear, shame, but above all, a desperate hope, like she was clinging to a lifeline, and a barely perceptible flicker... A silent question, checking if I was sticking to the plan. Choking back sobs, she reached for me. "Honey... honey..." I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection.

Then a shadow fell over me. “You should drink some water,” a low voice murmured from my left. I lifted my eyes and met Darius. He stood close, too close, holding out a glass of water. His expression was impassive on the surface, but something else lay beneath it something protective, simmering, edged with quiet fury. I took the glass with careful fingers. “Thank you.” He nodded once but didn’t walk away immediately. His voice dropped so low only I could hear. “You don’t deserve any of this.”