Ava Sullivan Novels & Stories

~Evangeline~ Williams's father, Adams Stone, a distinguished surgeon I'd met a few times stepped forward with a warm smile. "Dr. Evangeline, thank you so much for coming on such short notice." He gestured to the man in the wheelchair. "This is David Sullivan. We've been friends for over twenty years, though he's been living abroad for most of that time. We only recently reconnected, and unfortunately, I learned he's been dealing with lung cancer."

I’m sure nothing happens during those days but once they return, Luca and I need to have a long-ass talk at the bar. Speaking of Clarence, I didn’t expect him to come to the company, let alone, without Luca around. If I’m not mistaken, he is one of Luca’s fanboys. But a name that I’ve only heard from Nina each time I ask. Gene Sullivan. According to the kid, he’ll arrive a week after. So color me surprised when I heard his name from Ava. And how did the two meet? Curiosity has won over me and I decided to meet these two, I want to see who is this guy that Nina speaks fondly of.

“Oh, please, Vanessa, you’re embarrassing yourself. If you want this store to cater to a certain class, maybe it should start by barring the doors to people who throw tantrums in public.” Vanessa’s face turned beet red, and in a last attempt to reassert herself, she reached into her purse and whipped out her black and silver VIP card, holding it up triumphantly. “Maybe this will remind you exactly who you’re talking to. I’m a Sullivan. And in this town, that still means something.”

I knew he was waiting for me to speak first but that would have given him an upper hand and I wasn't ready for him to have the pleasure of watching me fret. "Why do you have a burner phone?" "Why do you care?" "You don't answer a question with another question Ava." "I can do whatever I want to" His eyes flashed and I could tell he was beginning to get angry, but I wasn't going to cave in. "Who is Sullivan?" "What right did you think you had to go through my property?" "That isn't the matter" "That isn't my answer" "Come on Ava, stop acting like a tough nut! We're partners," his voice softened "I could help you with this"

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

“Where did they take Ava?” He could sense she was in the building, but something was blocking him from pinpointing her exact location. That was very worrying because their bond should have allowed him to find her no matter where she was. Would they have taken her straight to Isolation? They wouldn’t survive it in this state. “You’re in no position to ask me that, Mr Michelson,” Dean Russell said. “I spent weeks organising everything, and you and that human just went and desecrated the President of the Academy’s accommodation.”

He decided without much consideration to buy a car when he had time. As for now, he had to meet up with Isla. The Sullivan's Gold Stone Co. was on the 17th floor of the Grand Millenium Tower. It occupied the entire floor and was a large comprehensive advertising company. The scope of business was quite wide and the business was quite substantial. Victor Sullivan was the chairman as well as the President. Xena Sanders was listed as Vice President and Isla Sullivan served as the Director of Customer Service. It was a veritable family business...

She held out a clean towel because sometimes agency looks like domesticity. Susan exhaled. “I asked for ASIO,” she said. “I got… you.” “You got both,” Sonja said. “Sit.” Susan sat. She looked smaller and more dangerous that way. “You were going to tell them everything about PX-5,” Sonja said, non-question. “I was going to tell someone,” Susan said. “ASIS declared me dead for a reason.” “You were working off-books,” Sonja said, reading posture as well as words. “Somebody needed the work done without the paperwork.”

Sullivan cuts in “It is relevant to establishing whether you understand love as a concept versus as a contract term. So when was the last time?” Silence. Avalon thought back.**Ten years before Selene left.** “Ten years ago,” he admitted. “Ten years? and in those ten years, how many serious relationships did you have?” “None.” “ Casual dating only?” “Yes.” “Could that be because you were emotionally unavailable?" “No, it was because I was focused on building my company.” “Same thing, isn’t it?” Sullivan leaned forward slightly. “You prioritized wealth over connection. Success over vulnerability and now you expect us to believe that suddenly and very conveniently, you’re capable of genuine mar

He stood from where he had been sitting and left the office, slamming the door behind him. Leaving behind three very confused men. Agent Sullivan sighed before making his way to sit behind the desk. “You three had brought an international state of emergency on my hands, last night.” He glared at each one of them. “Besides three of you, the world knows about Ava’s special abilities. It’s making its way across the internet but lucky, no one has a clear image of what she looks like.” Azrael leaned across the desk, laying his hand upon it. “Michael,” he hissed out. “About my wife?”