Blue Bloods Joseph Reagan Novels & Stories

He did not need anyone to tell him his brother was utterly in love with his wife. Joseph sat on the couch and asked Rashel to bring him water. He wondered why she was still up. Ethan joined Joseph in the living room but stayed close to where Meadow was sleeping. "Thank you, Joseph," He said. "So, give me the details," Joseph told his brother and Dr James was asked to explain his theories. Joseph, Adam and Brian were entirely shocked when he was done. Joseph found it hard to believe that Dr Rosenberg would do this to them. He was their parents' physician.

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.

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.

Jett POV Elder Reagan reminded me of George Mahuta, the former chief-elder of the Golden Crescent. I was four years old but remembered the sonofvabïtch's face like I saw him yesterday. He was one of the males who was always on my dad's case about my mom. I hadn't thought about people like him for a long time until now. Looking at this elder in front of me had brought the dead guy to mind. "Elder Reagan," I said, his excitement irritating as hell. "Sophie Nile ran off. Out of the pack. Again. I went to get her. That's the situation here. No perfect solution is needed. What are you going on about?"

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!!”

Emerald listened intently, the familiar concept of using care and consistency to mend a broken soul resonating deep within her own chest. "She went through absolute hell just trying to bring my father back," Reagan whispered, her bright blue eyes shining with unshed tears. "She refused to let the dark take him. And then, after eight months of her standing by that door..." Reagan’s smile widened into something incredibly beautiful and deeply hopeful.

the brunette hit Jason on the shoulder and he laughed. Reagan stood up in the booth stepping over me gracefully before jumping down. In a sweet innocent voice I have never heard from her. “Mazzie” she paused, we definitely have a crowd now. She has a determined look on her face. I’m not sure if I should be afraid or not. I started preparing myself to break up a fight, I could possibly just pick them both up. I glanced to Josh for help but he just had a stupid grin on his face not seeming to be phased at all. Reagan closed the gap between them. The brunette kept a straight face as Reagan leaned in leaving only inches between them now.