Angus Macgyver の小説・ストーリー

Anderson says after getting impatient to know what actually happened to her son. "I'm sorry to say but all the symptoms say that he is paralyzed from the waist down. And only time will tell if he can walk ever or not." He says with an apologetic look. Rosie could feel her breathe get stuck in her throat, it’s like her head is about to explode from all the information she has been given.

Alexander grinned in return as, finally, they arrived on the same page. "Yes, Mell. It means he has his own written program that he can use to access secret information without getting tracked. And that, my friend, is your next job. Destroy that almighty program of his. Now, I suggest you start tracking it before he thinks of creating a program to block your script-" Alexander said but Mell paid him no mind as he immediately moved to grab his laptop and started to trace Ash program. But, before his program could finish processing his request, his laptop switched to a black screen of death with a very familiar voice looming in. "To the Black Clan,

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

Samuel anxiously shouted, “Angus, stop kidding me. This joke is not funny.” Angus angrily scolded him, “Who’s joking with you?” “Wait, Angus. You’re not kidding me? Is there something wrong with your brain? I’m your cousin. Why are you still helping the outsider? Hurry up and release me!” “Shut up!” Angus moved forward and saluted Thomas. He respectfully said, “Chief Officer In Charge, I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not being capable enough and letting my family do such nonsense.” The chief officer in charge?

Darryl would easily lead Cormac by the nose in such a circumstance. Cormac took a big breath and felt shocked after hearing Darryl's explanation. 'Turns out this caused it. No wonder—' "Master!" Suddenly, Angus, who was standing at the side, gathered his thoughts and could not help but shout, "That guy is talking nonsense. Don't let him trick you." 'That man is powerless. How would he know so much? He must have made it up.'

How can he not know we are the same person and that by remaining separate, we will never have any control? “Dead,” Angus says, his eyes crazy as he takes the knife and drags it across Maggie’s throat. Her eyes go wide as I leap for him, biting down into his arm as he drops the knife. I reach out to Maggie via the mind link, trying to check on her as she folds forward, holding her throat. I claw and tear at Angus’ arm, ripping it off with a sense of satisfaction as the flesh rips from muscle. His shoulder pops and the sound vibrates through my mouth, making me shiver with glee. Angus screams out in pain as looks at his spurting nub in shock.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

The only thing keeping Alexandro grounded was the relentless pursuit of truth. Before he set sail again to search the eastern waters, he knew he had to learn everything he could. He had a name now—Maeron. A shadow of myth. A phantom whispered of in fear. If he was going to tear through the ocean to retrieve his wife, he needed to know who, or what, he was up against.

Will she go back home—to her original world if she's done with her business? A lot of questions were formed inside of Angus's brain that wanted to have an answer but he couldn't directly ask Evelyn about it nor even tell her about her real identity that she wasn't a butler but rather Mr. Phoenix Angus Valcarcel, the one whom who was engaged with her. He wanted to tell her that this butler's disguise of her was merely a puppet that he controlled since he couldn't stand up, and he would use his disguise which is this puppet Angus to spy on others or to watch what was happening inside of his Clan while he was inside of his room.

Angus was one of them. Angus left the isolation zone, his job became taking care of a garden and feeding the nobleman's dogs. He lived in the staff dormitory, where he was finally allowed to watch television, but it only received a few channels. Angus's most vivid memory was the first night he watched television. It was a hot summer night, and the staff dormitory had only one air conditioner. Angus ate a whole piece of dry bread while staring at the TV screen. On one channel, Duke Salleri was celebrating his only daughter Emilia's birthday. This beloved little sweetheart, with her silver hair like moonlight and purple eyes like precious gemstones, wore an expensive, sparkling diamond tiara.