Novelas y relatos de Angus Macgyver

Spade paused and saw the way he was fretting "He did this four town over and then stopped, each and every kid he sexually molested he dropped off at a mental asylum where he lied that the kids were delusional and were acting strange due to how they had been treated in the system and then he disappeared and never showed up again, so many years later, two decades to be precise, he shows up again in the big Apple city, and guess what"? Spade asked, of course he wasn't expecting Garcia to answer, because by now he was visibly shaking and sweating profusely

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

"That old geyser got bitten by a poisonous spider upon early arrival. It has been a month since he got bitten. Lady Martha only got the news when Sir Spaulding boarded off a ship from Australia." "That is awful, he is alright." "I pray he dies, the hell he put me through!" "It's just a spider." I added. "Do you hear yourself? Just a spider! Did you by any chance forget the word venomous. He has been paralyzed for weeks all so I heard. He can only move his fingers." "Goodness!" I gasped. "Why don't they return?" I questioned. "I will ignore that, I hope he dies." "Hector!" "Do not pretend as if you were best of friends missy. Atleast now, I won't have to scrub his back while he lays in the wa

he stated. “Look?" I questioned, carrying a plate of meat to the back porch. “Yes. They only look clean. Not even the IRS would think to audit this guy. But they are a bunch of stupid pencil pushers. Whereas I am a brilliant mad genius werewolf,” he said. I could hear him holding back an evil cackle when he called himself a made genius.

"He's drunk, Mac. Let it go." "All's good. She's okay." At this point, a zillion sets of eyes turned my way then quickly went back to holding-I looked up-blinked twice-swallowed, and watched as the god of football glanced down at me. Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior.

“Shawn may be powerful, but he won’t dare to attack me at customs. As long as I can notify my family in advance and tell them to meet me at customs, I don’t mind anything else. Even if he does kill me once I leave customs, I’ll surrender to my fate.” Janus added, “Say no more, Angus. I’ve made up my mind. All you need to do is run the restaurant well. Don’t worry about the rest, and don’t worry about me.” Angus’s eyes turned red as he choked out, “Janus, I don’t want to run the restaurant as the boss… I just want to help you out as a simple staff…” Angus shared a strong bond with Janus. Angus was originally an Oskian from Southeast Asia. His parents went to Southeast Asia to work, but they e

"You...you were the blonde woman that day Garith was killed." My mind transports me back to that awful night. Everything was happening so quickly, but I remember a few faceless men standing around. Angus was one of them? I had seen my biological father before I ever knew he existed. Life is strange. Angus nods almost to himself and his eyes darken. "I never even paid attention to your face. What a terrible coincidence." I shudder at the memory and force it out of my mind. "Roman Hayes has become an inconvenience for me," Angus continued. "That's why I had to do checks on him. I have to admit that he did a good job of keeping you hidden because nothing came up when I had my people looking for

"Thank you, I shall see to that immediately." Getting the body was easy, she had a friend, Max at the morgue who gave her all the details she needed. The body she found was that of a man called Morgan Daniel. He was a twenty-seven-year-old convict that was serving for drug lifting. He had just recently died that morning and there was no family to come to claim his body. She paid Max off for helping to drop off the body and sent him on his way. The psychic made him a cup of tea before he left.

The rogue was sniffing, and was just few meters away from us. When a low howl is heard in the distance and the rogue howl in return.Turning around to look in the opposite direction. Both rogue sprint away and the person sighs. His heart audible in my ears and I loosen my grip on his jacket. Who was this person? Why did he save me? The person moves back from me and that's when I look up at the person's face. He had a rugged face. His features deep set and eyes deep black as dark coals.

Mr Black asked her looking at her dead in the eyes, she was already so anxious. "Yes I do Sir". She said barely audible, she knew he heard it as he went back to speaking. Her hands were still sweating and her nerves stayed over the roof. "You are playing the role of Anita and I am the doctor who just told you about the death of your husband, react like a true weeping wife who just lost her husband, Derek". He said casually as leaned back on his seat, his eyes were strained on her as were the other judges, she knew it was for real now, it was now or never, she felt her stress level increase, she was tense and scared, but her mother's voice rang through her head, encouraging her more. So she b