911 Fanfiction Buck Stands Up For Himself Novels & Stories

Upon hearing the name, Buck sneered. He was nowhere near as powerful as Zachary. Buck couldn’t believe how arrogant they were being with only a little bit of power. He immediately struck with a swift move. The man winced in pain and released his grip. Buck shielded Jordan behind him. The models on stage began to exit. The standoff caught people's attention. They heard a man cursing loudly, "Damn, you dare hit me? I'll make you regret this, whether you believe it or not!"

Voluntary cooperation, framed as civic duty. The comments beneath the broadcast fracture instantly. Some defend me. Some demand clarity. Some demand control. The most dangerous ones sound calm. Noelle throws her phone onto the couch. “He’s building a cage and calling it a seatbelt.” Ruby snorts. “Classic.” Lucien doesn’t speak. His attention is on Milo, who has gone very still. “They’re drawing lines,” Milo says quietly. “And they want you on one side.” “Which side?” I ask. “The wrong one,” he replies.

Don't you think that means he's hiding something? Captain Hunter pulled his hand back. "Keep him detained. We'll wait for headquarters to confirm." "No! We can't wait anymore!" I lunged desperately for the phone, the chain of the handcuffs straining to its limit. "Let me make the call! Just one call! If you don't believe me, you can make the call yourself! I'll give you the number. If we don't call now, everyone is going to die!" Captain Hunter stood up, turning his back to me as he walked toward the door.

It was gone so fast that I thought I might have imagined it. When the hour ended, he closed the folder and leaned back. “Tomorrow. Same time. Don’t be late again.” I stood up, legs slightly shaky. As I reached the door, his voice stopped me. “And Miss Finland?” I turned. “you shouldn't be bothered about what Ethan did to you. he's not worth you"

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

We are not done yet. ‘I’m coming for you’ Two persons laid naked on the huge black king sized bed. They hugged each other sleeping peacefully without worrying about the world but their peace is destroyed by a knock. Both stirred in sleep groaning. One person untangled from the other and stood up putting on the robe and went outside. “Sorry for the disturbance Boss” Buck lowered his head and bowed respectfully to the person who came out with a poker face “You better have an important news Buck” The person spoke coldly and walked towards the study room.

~Sienna~ I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. There he was, standing just yards away, his gun still raised, his expression unreadable. His men fanned out behind him, a wall of black suits and cold stares. Lucas immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body. The rigid set of his shoulders told me he was ready to fight to the death if it came to that. “Stay behind me,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and protective.

She even had the nerve to check her nails, her expression bored. Meanwhile, my wolf paced anxiously inside me, bristling at the injustice. "Stay calm," I told myself. "They’ll see the truth." Except… the truth didn’t matter when people had already chosen sides. As soon as we arrived, I requested to make a phone call to Alpha Jackson. Busy signal. I tried again. Nothing. One more time. Still nothing. Across the room, Yvonne watched me struggle, and when my third attempt failed, she chuckled.

A look of horror crossed his face as I accepted his hand. "You just make sure motherfucking Marino gives Olive back," I struggled to say. "You got us into this situation. Do it your fucking self," he said as his helped me up with a frown on his face. "You're going to be fine. Don't you fucking die on me, Harmon." Will was about to dial 911 when his phone rang. "That fucking hurt," Jack groaned as he sat up slowly. He ripped open his shirt to reveal a bullet proof vest.

No reframing it into something cleaner. The future Alpha was returning from the mountain bloodied and unsteady, and the girl he had spent weeks humiliating was the one helping keep him upright. Lisa felt heat crawl up the back of her neck despite the cold. Adrian must have felt the attention too, because he tried to pull away. It happened subtly at first — a shift in weight, an attempt to straighten and take more of the burden onto the injured leg. The moment he did, pain cut through him sharp enough that the bond jolted and he almost lost his footing.