Blue Bloods: Joe Reagan Novels & Stories

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

, Joe whispers sinisterly as he stares deep into Bale's eyes while they stand face to face with each other, so much so that their noses are almost making contact. "Keep telling yourself that.. Quantico.", Bale replies. "Richards, I swear to go..!", Joe barks, clenching his teeth so hard that his voice sounds so vicious and undeterred. Even Alice in the bathroom gasps in fear that he might get angry enough to punch the D.A. "..But I just don't get it! Why are you defending him? You have lost family to drugs and cartels. You of all people should know how dangerous.." Joe cuts off Richards' speech by grabbing his shirt. As he glowers at him, his eyes begin to display the buoyant flame of fury k

Carly was standing next to Reagan, who was seated comfortably on a chair, shirtless, with water dripping down from his hair. He had little Jack in between his legs, with his hand wrapped around him. He looked up and our eyes met. "What did you do, Reagan?" I demanded, almost losing my patience. He didn't say anyone but turned his head to look at James on the floor, who now looked almost unrecognizable. If not for his hair that I know so well. "You see, he doesn't want to talk because he is guilty of almost killing him." Isaiah barked. I brought my hand up to my forehead, with my eyes closed as I thought of what to do next.

Daisy, Albert and Joe wang watch in horror, what's going on? They all had the same question on the mind but still they know all know they can't move to her, a blue light slowly fill the room. "The energy is stronger this time" Joe wang said in panic "May Zhiang warned us about this" "And she did tell us not to do anything,He's almost here, we can't stop him"Daisy piped in breathing hard. " But she could get hurt, he trained may zhiang so I know"Albert shake his head and pat Joe wang shoulder.

Lumiére asked as he sat down next to him. Reagan shook his head and took another sip of his drink before responding. "Just thinking about all the trouble we're in, You're in…" he said with a sigh. "And trying to figure out how we're going to get out of it." Lumiére rolled his eyes and watched him take another sip. He wriggled his nose when he caught the scent of whiskey. “ stop looking at me like that. Is this also disgusting like human blood too” Reagan mumbled, shaking the content of his glass.

"Boss Holmes?" Jate Woods was sitting in front and he looked at him. "It's the first time we're seeing each other, so let me introduce myself. My name is Jate Woods." "Eastblue city is my place!" Mike Holmes couldn't help but gulp when he heard the second sentence. If Eastblue city belong to this man, then who was Jate Woods? Then who was Rogers Reaggan? Who was this guy anyway? "Rogers Reaggan were merely working for me." The next sentence from Jate Woods was made Mike Holmes understand what was going on immediately. His face paled from fright.

"Mr Joachim was a Member of the national assembly and as a politician, he was bound to travel a lot so all thanks to him, I traveled a lot too." "And Stephanie's mother?" I demanded. We then got stuck in traffic and Joe wasn't driving. "She lives here." "In Greenland?" "Yes. She has her own mansion in the city." Joe told me. "So you worked for Stephanie's dad and you are working for her husband?" I asked even though it was evident. Joe was silent for a while. He heaved a deep sigh. "My Boss Joe died in an accident. We were together, I was driving then something hit our vehicle from behind. He was sitting alone behind and next thing I remembered was the car sommersaulting and..."

Joe "Are you mad at me, Elder Luna Katherine?" Rebbie Hale asks as Joe Hale stands on the platform inside the Moonveil Designs shop. Joe Hale looks at the beautiful silver tunic and pants that Rebbie Hale made for him. It is not finished yet, but it looks like the best thing ever.

However, his frown deepened when his eyes landed on the figure lying almost motionless on the bed. Skin pallid, lips dry and cracked, body appearing shrunken beneath the covers. Joe Lancaster looked ghostlike, a frail remnant of the Humble, righteous and proud man Cillian had known. For a second, he could only stare in disbelief. His gaze slowly drifted to the IV drip hanging awkwardly from a shaky stand, then back to Joe’s sick figure. “This…” When he finally spoke, it was a silent mutter underneath his breath, as he turned slowly toward Regina, who was standing beside him with her usual poise.

For now, I really need to stick around Reagan, for I know that Reagan would be more useful to me than Dmitri. And then I suddenly remembered that Reagan actually came here to bring me news about a new lead on Julius Silverstone’s death. “Reagan, Taylor mentioned that you have something important to tell me.” I immediately ask him. I didn’t mention about having to know an idea that it is about Julius. It would be best if the whole thing would come from him directly. Reagan immediately took something from the couch and it is a black attache case. The two of us seated and then Reagan began to actually scan through the folder inside the case after opening it.