Capt Danny Walker Novels & Stories

But did Dan deserve my respect at all? Maybe he did because he has been of great help to me up until now and perhaps that was the only reason want i was yet to express my burning anger at him yet. But that was soon going to be a thing of the past because I was going to burst very soon. Dan looked at me sorrowfully then he swallowed. "That man is the loan shark's brother and the loan shark shot him on both legs when he had caught him one day trying to help some slaves escape from the castle. He lost his ability to walk ever since. Hence why he is glued to that chair you saw him sit on. He lives by himself and suffers very greatly. He has no one to help him with what to eat nor any one who can

Roland was the person in charge of Southrive's Internal Affairs. Following Crystal’s ascension, he retired to his hometown after being fired. And Wayne was his subordinate, who was hired by Novemton's Battle Warrior Department for some reason. The cameras turned toward them as they walked in with their heads lowered. Neither of them dared to show their faces to the cameras. "Danny Walker, Vera Stiles, and Connie Walker have arrived."

"Detective Moore, you might wanna see this." Moments later, A long, black G-wagon followed other black sedans in a convoy rode into the parking lot and parked close to the station’s entrance. Out stepped Andrew Walker, sharp suit, steely eyes, and a presence that silenced the entire room. Flanking him were three high-profile attorneys and two security operatives dressed like they walked off the pages of Forbes. The sergeant fumbled with his words. "Uh, how can we help you?" Andrew removed his sunglasses with calculated drama. "Jason Walker. Where is he?"

The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”

THEN WORSE. Living room. Walker. Not coffee. Not sitting. Standing. Badge out. Face bad. “Talk,” Adrian said. 94 BPM. Not invite. Order. “Calhoun’s awake,” Walker said. No hello. Day 302. Hello died June 2nd. “Out of surgery. Stable. Talking.” _Thump._ “Good for him,” Susan said. Flat. “No,” Walker said. Looking at me. At Adrian. At February in my arms. “Not good. He lawyered up. Not PD. Private. _Michael Dann._ You know him?”

DANNY LAVENDER Name: Danny Surname: Lavender Age: 109 (26 as human age) Species: Werewolf Height: 6'1 Speciality: Able to see past and Strength Relationship status: In relation with Jamima Character: Charming, cute, playboy, possessive, strong, brave, smart, stylish. Danny is a werewolf and is nominated to become the future king of werewolves world. Just like Daniel, he is also adored and desired by all of the girls, the perfect guy of their dreamlands but he chooses Jamima among them all to be his girlfriend. Something is going on between him and Daniel but only the two of them know about it. Danny is a nice and gentle guy but is the total opposite of it when it comes to something he wants

“Seriously? Where?” I lean back against the bench again. “Dallas.” A whistle cuts through the room. “Walker’s team.” Nash Walker was born to wear the captain’s C. The guy’s been dragging teams forward his entire life. Hardest worker on the ice and toughest guy in the room. He’s the kind of captain every player wants to go to war for. Everything he’s built? He earned it. I rub a hand down my face slowly. This isn’t just awkward. This is a damn explosion waiting to happen.

My heart hammered so hard I was sure the microphone would pick it up. “Hey everyone,” I started, voice steadier than I felt. “This is Brooks Walker. And this is Callan… my partner.” Callan’s turn. He looked straight into the camera. “I’m Callan Reyes. Captain of this team. Or at least I was. Some of you have seen the rumors. The leaks. The edited clips. We’re here to tell you the real story. No spin. No excuses.”

I'd rather she doesn't hear this conversation, so I nod and leave, heading outside to the patio. "Dan," I say into the phone. "How are you?" "Good evening, sir. I'm doing all right. Hope I'm not bothering you." "No. What have you found?" "The man you inquired about, his name is Jay Walker. He's Gabriel Peterson's attendant," Dan says. In the background, I can hear music and laughter. "I'm watching him right now." "Where?" "At a bar downtown. He's… quite a character." "And what else? I don't know a Gabriel Peterson."

“And if our guy is right, I know that tattoo. It belongs to a group that operates out of an old warehouse near the docks.” I was already yanking open the closet, pulling on the first shirt my fingers brushed against. "How do I get there?” "It’s the warehouse near the docks." He paused, then spoke more quietly, "I’m coming with you." That froze me mid-motion. Walker didn’t do field work. He was what most would call a ghost, a voice on the other end of a line, a shadow that slipped through databases and security feeds without leaving a trace. Him offering to step into the light meant this was worse than I thought. “You sure, Walker?”