Angus Macgyver 소설 & 이야기

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

Hair more graceful than my own. "He is a Shire from Britain. Ciaran got him for me as a present for my 25th birthday. I named him Angus from the movie Brave." Maverick blushed at the last part. I had never thought of him as the type to watch animated movies. Pepper also seemed more at ease with Angus than Perdy. "He is stunning. Something from a fantasy land like in Lord of the Rings." I murmured, gazing up at Angus.

After closing the door, I switched on the TV, but I was five minutes late already. The inspector raised his hand indicating she should stop. He scribbled on his notepad at a terrifying speed. Meera dabbed her forehead with the edge of her sari. Her grey hair was messily arranged into a bun. Her large glasses made her eyes look twice the original size. She had a strange figure. Somehow, all the fat had accumulated in her stomach making it round and big, but her face seemed to be out of proportion. She looked more conical than round, almost like an oversized bumblebee. The inspector looked up.

I would unload it all on Ruthie later. "No, I've got Mr. Mac." That's what we called him; his last name was actually Macintosh. He was Scottish, with the cool accent and everything. I loved to hear him read out loud. And he happened to be pretty good-looking, for a teacher. Girls were known to stare at him throughout the entire class, especially when he read Shakespeare. He gave off a young Ewan McGregor vibe. Sometimes, he got pretty frustrated because he had to repeat himself all the time. Personally, I thought it was entertaining.

“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.

Cooper rebuffed the offer, and swiped his hands on his chest, and held onto a newspaper, thereafter. "Make sure you are fine, father!" Angus said, wishing Mr. Cooper well, without any evil intention as he turned back to reposition the mug of water. "You can go." Mr. Cooper said, permitting him to leave. But, as he moved his head around to watch the TV, his eyes caught something that attracted him. He was an old man given to war movies, and even while Angus walked back in, he didn't know. Angus sneezed, and tried to hide the noise it would raise, so he exclaimed, making Mr. Cooper shiver suddenly. "Ah, good news!"

Camden and Matt laughed out loud at the sheer absurdity of it, but Clayton didn't seem to find it quite so funny. "So Camden, eh? That's a Scottish name. Do ye have Scottish blood?" Angus asked, looking at her with curiosity. "Not that I'm aware of. I guess my parents just liked the name," she shrugged. "They have good taste," Angus added with a broad smile. The atmosphere lightened as the drinks arrived and they all continued to chat and share stories. Angus and Callum seemed genuinely interested in their journey and the Unbonding Ritual, and Camden appreciated the camaraderie that had begun to form. Angus, unsurprisingly, turned out to be quite the storyteller, regaling them with tales of

“The wolves and the witches have not had a peaceful existence for many, many years.” “That’s changing,” Reagan says to him. “Obviously, Meadow and I are best friends. If there was still animosity between our factions, that wouldn’t be the case.” “What is your surname?” he asks me. “Cross. Why?” I ask and he sucks in air. “That little bastard.” I raise my eyebrows. “You knew my ancestor?”

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

Angela mused. All the amusement was wiped off Hunter's face as he turned to glare at his evil little sister. "What is this?" Hunter said pointing at her nose, Angela looked down and he flicked her forehead earning a shriek of pain from her. Angela rubbed her throbbing forehead which had turned bright red as she punched his solid arm only to hurt her fists in response. "Behave," Xander said to Hunter who glared at the steak pondering if it was poisoned or worse; mixed with some magical potion to get him and his family killed.