Blue Bloods Joseph Reagan Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Unless, Reagan showed hostility first. If Reagan thinks Kayleigh is going to back down, she’s in for a big surprise. Heads turn to us before we could even make it near the crowd of Blue Bloods and their friends. Anger immediately spreads on Cillian’s face as he approaches us. “What the fuck are you doing here, asshole?”

I popped ny shoulders nonchalantly. "Cara, dammit! You know where my heart belongs. You've always known." He called after me, his low growl shooting down to the juncture between my legs. I faced him one last time, changing the subject. "Reagan will come for Xora's throne. I know you have no hand in it, but you Eastmoon should be prepared for the war ahead." "It's Joseph. He's the one working with Reagan." I blinked. At first, it had been a suspicion on my part, but Kal had just confirmed that. I bobbed my head.

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.

Reagan rolled his eyes. "I know why you don't want him here. He opened the door to someone you consider a rival, ignored your orders and even attacked you. But James has been here for a long time. He's one of my distant cousins. He chose to come with me and has never given me a reason to doubt him over the years. Accusing him is just like saying you're also a spy, which is downright ridiculous. I will advise you to forgive him instead of looking for ways to punish him. I'm not that easily manipulated" Reagan said angrily.

Reagan replied making David angry. "What the hell are talking about?..... You lead a possible murderer to my fiancee and her sister...... How stupid are you........ I start if anything happens to my woman and sister including my daughter, I will wipe out your whole family from the surface of the earth. " David bellow making everyone flinch and Maya held his hand and pulled him back on his chair. "Calm down David..... Reagan is a professional and I know he won't make any mistakes...... If he trust this Adriano Sanchez guy then we also must and wait for him. " Oscar defended Reagan who nodded.

Mya chuckled and said, “So what if he can be a monarch? Everyone knows that Reagan isn’t married and doesn’t have children. He’s almost fifty years old now. Can we still count on him to bear offspring?” Adrian stopped walking for a moment upon hearing Mya’s remark. Mya hastily turned to look at him and asked, “What is it?” Adrian said, “In truth, Reagan has two children—a son and a daughter. His son was murdered during his rivalry with the current monarch, and so was his wife.” “So you’re saying that Reagan still has a daughter?” Adrian nodded solemnly. Mya was astonished. She looked at Adrian with wide eyes, overwhelmed by immense shock.

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.

A minute later, came out the housekeeper of the mansion, Reagan, a third generation healer who came from a line of service towards the Blackwoods. He frowned deeply, his old self clad in a night’s dress and cap, for a moment I was almost amused but there were more pressing issues at hand, “Reagan…” “I’m Sixty-five Master Asher…” He yawned, “I need my beauty sleep.” “I know,” I pursed my lips, “There’s an urgent matter that needs tending to.” Reagan frowned, knowing I was up to no good, “What is it??” Two minutes later, standing in front of a clearly in pain Aurora, he turned to face me, “You have got to be kidding me!!”

“Now let’s go home. We’ll try to figure this out and there’s no point arguing with security.” I nod an agreement but not before I shot the idiotic pureblood one last threatening glare. “I’ll get to the bottom of this.” And strode back to my car, eager to get back with my love. But in my mind, I was not going to let this slip. Like said, I will get to the bottom of this; I’ll make sure of it. (Reagan’s POV) I woke to an intense thrumming headache in my head - like thousand of sledgehammers pounding at one go.