Blue Bloods Jamie And Eddie Novelas e Histórias

Giordano and Bruce halted as they turned to face Jamie. The thick, heavy silence in the executive office snapped like a dry twig. Giordano’s dark eyes were still blazing with pure rage, his chest heaving under his rumpled white shirt. Bruce stood right beside the mahogany desk, his jaw set, still holding the tablet that displayed the glowing red signal from the remote island. Jamie took a small, hesitant step into the room. She held her designer handbag close to her waist, her soft eyes wide with innocent worry. She looked tiny and harmless against the backdrop of shattered glass and shattered tempers.

“This ain’t your fight. I am here for Oliver.” “Then here I am.” I spewed as I took a step closer to Eddie. He was just as eerie as ever; the moonlight highlighted that cracked white makeup he always wore and made the red smears look more demonic. I never realized how much those smears of crimson looked like claw marks.

A Code Blue in the emergency department means a patient's heart has stopped and every pair of hands in the building is wanted. The president cut his own report off mid-sentence and sent me down to the resuscitation. The charge nurse was already prepping my gown at a run, saving every second she could find. And a first-year resident, three months on the job, was standing in front of the procedure-room doors with a printout from the pharmacy in his hand. He put it to me in front of everyone. "Dr. Hale, sixty ampoules of anesthetic went out of your department in March. Did you take them out and sell them? "The head of cardiothoracic surgery, doing something that filthy? Sixteen years in t

Every kind you could imagine. Edmond stopped cold. After a beat, he stepped in, sniffed a smudge on the wall. "Human blood." I didn't know whose blood it was, but with that much splattered around, there was no way Keyla was dodging an investigation. I watched Edmond, way more nervous than when he proposed. This was it—our shot at justice. He couldn't blow it now. But he just... left. Walked back to the living room like nothing happened.

Maybe sluttiness simply ran deep in their blood. “Aren’t you a traitor right now?!” Jamie screamed, pointing her crooked finger at her sister and for a minute, I wanted to slap myself in the face because that was one feature she didn’t share with her sister. Maybe I would’ve known! “Maybe I am but I wasn’t the one who’s been living off resources meant for the both of us and then leaving me to rot in that stinky jail in UAE!” The other yelled with equal venom. Again, I glanced between both of them, feeling the confusion wear off to leave just anger in its wake. As I stared between them, I couldn’t help but think about how crooked Jamie was… and I wasn’t talking about her finger.

"What is father..." Oh God. "I'm breaking this door down if you don't come out in the next ten seconds!" "You're still here?!" Jamie hisses. In his hand is a bowl with bloody water and a bloody rag. He must have wiped from where he had hidden the body... "Five V." He gets down and scrubs with me. "Three!" He kicks the door, I jolt. Jamie pours the water in his bowl into mine and garbs the rag from me. "One."

"He's just kidding, aren't you dear?" Ste rolled his eyes and carried on flipping through the magazines. "We're not exclusive," Jamie whispered, staring into the terrified and confused eyes of his victim. "Oh, are you not? I... erm." His eyes shot to the door. "Oh, look, Emma is back to do your hair. Yay. I'll just get you a drink. Coffee? Tea?." "Tea, milk, two sugars," Jamie said as the prey scurried away. It didn't matter, he wasn't the main reason for coming here. The hair colourist was his real target.

she moved away,” Ethan, I mean, Captain Davis, he saved me, Pappa, he saved my life.” Proserpina sighed as she came to stand by her husband. But it was her brother, a sardonic smile on his handsome features, who burst Jamie’s bubble. Claude smirked and said, unable to help himself, “Did your Knight in Shining Armour fire the shot that killed the man, then?” Jami spun around, her face ravaged by tears, ready to launch into a spirited support of the man whom she saw as her saviour. But Dom and Paddy, who had entered behind Louis, were also there. One look at their faces and the truth began to dawn n her. Ria rushed in, having heard the news, and she pulled her sister into her arms as she wept

But the heart break wouldn't last for long until the deal between him and the Mafia,Dustin Anderson is striked. At nine that night,Jamie wasn't back yet.He was seated comfortably on the one arm sofa,twirling around in the living room,holding a a gift that was beautifully packaged. It was his way of saying sorry. However,the person was not in sight. Mrs Bryan was on her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water when he stopped her. "Where is Jamie,mother?" "Don't ask me anything." she snapped. "Don't anger me,mother" he stopped her again "Just give me a direct answer"

Jamie replied, his tone devoid of any emotion-didn't bother either to ask whether she was fine. Edith instantly found the freezer. She stumbled when she tried to walk. The pain was not the only reason she was limping. It was the heel on her right leg and it broke off. "There is hardly anyone in this world more miserable than you," Jamie spoke with the slightest, mocking smile, his eyes drifting down to her feet. " Anyone who sees you would be moved to pity, unaware of just how calculating you truly are." Despite everything she had heard, Edith said nothing. She calmly filled the glass with water. With steady hands, she opened the freezer slid out the ice tray, letting a few cubes fall into t