Novelas y relatos de Angus Macgyver

He replied, “I think you might have even saved his life.” Cara’s brows furrowed together, silently questioning him. “That tourniquet was good thinking.” He kissed her forehead, “seems like you’re not just my Angel.” He chuckled at her. “Although, I’ve never seen a pen being used before.” He laughed at the thought. Cara shook her head, it was Agent Carter who rescued her, he broke her free from that room of torture; he handed her the gun that eventually killed Max. “I want to see him.” She gazed down at the baby in her arms.

Lead weights, they settled low in my stomach, making me want to be sick. No. He can’t love me. I opened the front door and stared at the tabby cat that strolled past my feet like he was only been gone for an hour. “Well, hello, you dirty little tramp. Where have you been?” Angus looked at me for a moment before deciding that his empty food bowl was far more worthy of his attention. He meandered to it and sat right in front of it, looking at it forlornly. When I didn’t immediately fill it, he turned big, brown eyes on me and stared at me.

I heard and felt my dress being ripped apart. My thoughts were scattering all over the place as I begged without fail: Moon goddess, help me… My sobs were throaty and maddened but they soon died down as I couldn't even find the strength to cry aloud any more. Angus laughed behind me. “Yes, good dog.” I closed my eyes, imagined I was dead again— floating somewhere dark and safe. I heard Angus undo his pants and I awaited the inevitable. However, nothing came. Instead, I heard a thud— body hitting the ground. Angus had fallen, foaming at the mouth, nether regions exposed and ready to take me.

“I’ve wanted this since I found out what p**n even was.” Joseph gestures off-camera. “Alright, let’s bring in your co-star for the day so you can get comfortable.” The side door opens and my stomach flips so hard I almost giggle from nerves. He walks in wearing gray sweatpants and nothing else—six-three, tan, shoulders that look carved, and a lazy half-smile that makes my knees feel watery even though I’m sitting. His name flashes on the lower-third I saw in the paperwork: JMac, twenty-three, 8-year veteran, the guy whose scenes I’ve watched on silent with headphones in my childhood bedroom at 2 a.m.

The meat and bones spoke, leading us to a separate room. As we entered, a short, rather obese man wearing large round glasses perched on the chair in front of the monitors. He was leaning back on his chair, watching the footages across him with his feet resting on the same desk. He didn’t flinch nor turn around to look at us as he reached and popped some Mcdonald’s fries take-out into his mouth. I glared down at the man and exuded my aura, which he felt as he snapped his head up to meet my glare.

Anna had left Blue City to go work and study more at the John O’Hale Paranormal Institute; a leading institute for the treatment of werewolves, vampires, lycans, bats, sirens, demons and other paranormal species that might need treatment and that was why she was summoned home; her sister deserved the best care and so, she was to be given. In the five years, Georgia had gotten herself certified in managerial and secretarial skills, working as an air hostess for two years before settling to be a chef and then an hotel manager; she also runs a restaurant on the side. She thanked God that she had decided to hire assistants to oversee her duties in case she had to be absent; and then this popped

So India’s suggestion that Domini take her concerns to Velma and Macie was met with a horrified and vehement no. “My aunt had knee replacement surgery. There were orthopedic patients up the wazoo. She said some were diabetics there for amputation. Yuck. Which makes me glad Cam McKay keeps his fake leg covered up, because I’d barf if I ever saw it. I mean, can you imagine? Eww.” “Cam McKay is a decorated war hero. Eww, doesn’t exactly come to mind when I see him.” “He is a total hottie, too bad he’s a cripple.”

With a trailer load of cattle, Tom headed out first as Ross and Angus finished loading the horses into the other hauler. "Be careful," Anna cautioned softly as she leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss Angus. His grin was soft, indulgent. "The danger's passed, if wha' the fire brigade says is true." "Still," she countered, kissing him again. As he started to climb into the cab of the truck, the television crew Angus had noticed the previous night approached them. "Angus McGregor, what are you doing out here in Wyoming? Did you spend the night here in the evacuation shelter? Who is the brunette?"

The giant didn't expect it as he widened his eyes at the sudden turn of event, he clutched his chest as Angus pushed the spear even more into his chest till the spear came out of his back with his heart hanging at the tip of the spear. After killing the giant, Angus pressed the wound on his body, seconds later the wound healed without any drop of blood on it. He continued to kill the giants and humans without any trace of tiredness in his face. “ Derek ” Magnus who leaned against the rock called Derek's name weakly but Derek was to busy with the fight and failed to hear his name. “Derek ” he called again and this time he heard him. Derek turned around to face him, he had never seen Magnus in

His gaze was straight at Angie, so sharp it looked like he was peeling her back. "You're that journalist, right? Angie McAlister." Angie was shocked. How could he know that? ***