911 Fanfiction Buck Navy Seal Novels & Stories

Bellamy wrapped his arm around her waist and supported his other hand under her knee to pick her up. Waverly leaned against him, feeling his heartbeat with everything she could muster. One, two, three... She fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. In contrast to the silence here, Eli was having lots of fun. "Go, go, go! Sean, hurry up! I'm being targeted! The enemy has a sniper rifle. Come and save me!" Helplessly, Sean carried a sniper rifle and ran over to save her. If people found out that Sean, whom reigned supreme, actually accompanied his wife to play games all night, they would probably be reeling in disbelief.

Nick POV I get back from my run and get some shorts from the bushes. I head in and go straight to my room. I can tell Mariah is still here, but I don’t want to see her, so I rush up the stairs three at a time, and once I’m in my room, I make sure I lock my door so no one comes in. I head to the shower. I get in and let the hot water hit me. How can she do this to me? (I was willing to give up everything for her.) I groan to myself. Does she really expect me to believe that story? (How dumb does she think I am?) I finish my shower and get out. I wrap the towel around my waist and head to my room. I grab my phone and lay on my bed. I click on my messages, and I have like ten texts from Mariah

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Flynn's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ A redhead nurse unlocked the door, finally. I stormed out of that hospital room, pissed as hell. The customer service in this place was a fucking joke. I had pressed the panic button a million times last night, but nobody had bothered to let me out after Selena locked me in. I had no idea of what she was planning, but I knew she had her reasons. I had to trust her, and that's what I was going to do.

Swarm beasts surge immediate—carapace clicking silent, mouths yawning wide, eyes like broken stars. Navy SEALs drop in seconds later—black ops choppers cloaked, fast-roping down, rifles spitting void-piercing rounds. Marines storm from subway entrances—armored columns pushing up, heavy weapons glowing with integrated runes. USSF classified black ops melt from shadows—stealth suits shimmering, plasma blades igniting blue. **SEAL Captain (comms, calm):** “Storm Queen, grid locked. Black ops on flanks. Lances hot—waiting your mark.”

"Dammit, but why'd you have to put it in water? Those things cost a mint." "Yo Shane, I didn't know Mallory had a brother." "Me neither Mikey." "So what's he like and who all was up there? I met the wives but they weren't talking, which tells me at least they have sense." "Fucking SEALs and that Mancini guy outta New York." "Who, The Guardian? Ho-ho-ho." "What, you know this guy?" "If he's in that mix, whoa." "Who is he? He didn't say much but it was obvious he was digesting every word while pretending to play with the kid."

I heard my niece in the background babbling away before I hung up and for some reason that was able to give me a bit of that calm I'd been searching for. My guts were in knots and I still refused to think, to let my mind wander to what-ifs. I was worried on two fronts. If there was one thing I'd learned in my years as a SEAL it was to look at a situation from all angles before heading in. It could very well be a setup, something to lure me away, but I had to take the chance.

There was an obvious shift in the room. Con's, 'oh fuck'. Was a sentiment I think we all shared. Her old man was one of the CO's best friends. Not to mention his reputation among the SEALs going back forty years. The men had served together back in the day and he happened to be on the list we'd found with the codes. I was afraid that this shit had just gone nuclear on our asses. "Yes and I need to call him soon before we lose most of the western seaboard." She wasn't lying. From what I know of the man he would most definitely level the whole country to find his kid.

I wink at the guy as he looks over at us. "I’ll need to send Axel he's the only one who knows what to look for" she says as she starts talking through the coms. Axel shoots the list back to her and I hear the car screech out of the parking lot. "What's your name" Raven asks the guy in scrubs. "Lincon Nash" cool name I think. Its sound like some James Bond shit. "You two dogs put a mussel on it I need his help" Raven tells us as she pulls the guy off the floor and down the small hall to the office.

His face had relaxed into something almost human. Almost beautiful. She hated herself a little for thinking it. Sienna had seen thousands of patients in her career. She’d learned to forget faces. To protect her own heart. But this one— This man burned into her. Before she realized it, her hand reached out, fingers brushing the ink along his arm. A snake curled into a skull. The letters “VP” inked into his shoulder. Not just any biker—he was second-in-command. And she had just broken every hospital rule to keep him alive.

Jordan hands her a life jacket and helps her slip into it, his hands lingering on her frame a second longer than necessary. He then points her toward a shaded canopy with a smooth smile. “To protect your fair skin, sweet sub.” She does a flawless job of appearing flustered and slightly flattered by his unwanted attention. On the inside, I am absolutely seething, nearly choking on my own rage as I restrain myself from beating the living shit out of Jordan. Instead, I force myself to walk up to the bow of the boat, pretending to be deeply interested in the vast blue ocean. In reality, open water isn’t beautiful to a Navy SEAL; it’s just a tactical insertion point to get a job done.