Colonel Tavington Novels & Stories

The muted sound of his door opening had him half turning to see Lawrence closing the door behind him. “Mr. Wolffe…” Lawrence stopped short at the look on his boss’s face. “Is everything alright sir?” “Of course,” he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand as he turned back towards the glass wall. “What is it, Lawrence?” “Uhm Mr. Tager has been trying to get in touch with you.” “Who is Tager?” “The director from the St. Peter’s hospital.”

His great composure could also be due to the presence of Mayor Mount, who was going to take all the blame. "Like a talisman" the soldier replied from the scene on comms. "Get back in formation and disperse the crowd gently" Col. Richards ordered perfectly, he could definitely do this all day without a sweat. He was an expert, a master at shouting commands to his subordinates. Mayor Mount wished he could be settled as Col. Richards and dispersed the feeling like his skin was being peeled off gently. "Can we get a view behind the fence so everyone could see we are about killing life threatening monsters and not women and children" Mr. Charles said without no shred of mercy and kindness. He mus

Colton's hoarse voice said, making silence envelope the chamber. The directors of the Colton empire were not comfortable in their sits. They stood up, their heart banging in their chest as they anticipated that war had begun. They dared not mumble a word when Mr. Colton was talking. “The Monroes finally got rid of the Chairman due to my assistance and advice," Vincent Davis said, a smirk playing on his lips. Mr. Colton's eyes widened, the edges of his lips arching into a smile almost reaching his ears. Suddenly, an evil laughter escaped his thin lips as he jammed his hands together.

It would be understandable for him to lose control several times because of her, but then again, it was very abnormal for him to be out of control when she only had another man in her heart. Zivon’s emotions suddenly became sensible as he let her go. “Mr. Talton is indeed a pretty good man. I was just testing you on his behalf just now to see if you are really worthy of his affection.” After saying those words, Zivon turned around and strode off coldly.

The scent of stale cigars still clung to the air—remnants of Weston’s reign. Colton spoke with a steadiness Savannah had never seen in him before. He did not thunder. He did not sneer. He unfolded numbers, projections, survival strategies. It was not charisma that silenced the room, but gravity. He had been born of blood and shadows, yes—but now he spoke as a man who understood what inheritance truly cost.

A shiver raced down my spine and a spike of trepidation followed in its wake. I shuffled closer to Victor. We were sat at the edge of the bed. From this far back the warmth of the fire didn't feel like an assault on the flesh but it warmed my frozen fingers and toes. The door swung open, a cold draft swallowing the heat of the room like a thief in the night. Saint and Sam ambled in with Tania on their heels. Flanking Tania was a pale man with soft eyes and as golden as honey. His red hair was wilder than the fire in the hearth, ringlets falling over his forehead.

He looked down at me, and then at the obsidian-clad King standing by my side. "Subject 01," the man said, his voice amplified by a megaphone. "I’m Colonel Arthur Vance. And I believe you’re overdue for a debriefing." ### The Ghost of the Lineage "Arthur?" I whispered. "My... my grandfather?" "Grand-uncle," the man corrected as he hopped down from the tank. He smelled of tobacco and motor oil. Silas stepped in front of me, his blades still humming.

“I remember that you were voted one of the top ten most eligible bachelors of Singapore. 1.8m tall, 32 years old, and a brilliant academic at a top university.” I blushed, not being used to flattery. Where is this leading? “You have unique abilities, Dr. Jin.” “Call me Ant, please. I insist.” I looked intently at the Colonel. It seems I am not going to shake him off easily. “What do you want, Colonel?” “Ant, you mean what I desperately need?” I realized the Colonel had wrapped his hand over his fist. “What happened?” “There’s been an incident.” “What incident?” I asked. The tension on the Colonel’s face baited me on.

she asked, happy to see him. "Doing well! As always, doing well," he said with a smile. "Hey, Helena, these are some friends. I would like them to be put in my section," he told her. "That's..." "Right up front, practically," she told him, checking the capacity sheet. "We can do that, but I'll still need the names and occupations." "Thanks! Uh... this here," he said, reaching past Ben and placing his hand on Avera's shoulder, "is Miss Avera Ibori, daughter of the noted Colonel, Tyberion, and she is a..."

"My dear Miss Tellaro, that is Lord Coleraine. You may know him by his green coat, and his powder. You must have met his brother in town" "Oh, Colonel Hanger! Yes, I have met him, of course". "And disliked him very thoroughly", said the Captain, with a twinkle. "He is not such a bad fellow, but to tell you the truth, the Regent's intimates are never excessively well liked by the rest of the world. Here is one of them tittuping up the parade now. You must go far before you will find MacMillan's equal. There, the little man in the blue and buff uniform, bowing and scraping before Lady Dawnshire".