Doc Brown Bttf の小説・ストーリー

Vincenzo Dante Volkov: The office hummed with quiet intensity as I leaned back in my chair, watching the organized plan unfold. My media team worked tirelessly around me. Screens flashed with images—footage of Luciano Brown's despicable dealings, documents tying him to a network of horror, and recordings that would make even the strongest stomach turn. Everything was being polished, refined, and prepared for release.

he said and she remained silent for some seconds “Coming from you doctor Brown, I will do just that” “Thank you so much Anita” he said and they applauded “Thank you ladies for your time” “Thank you doctor Brown” they said “I hope to get positive responses from you all, do have a nice day” they all got up and left. Doctor Brown went into his office, sat down, took a deep breath then opened his drawer, took out a small bottle, opened it and poured cocaine on the table, he sniffed it all into his nose then exhaled loudly and relaxed with eyes closed, he sat up and grabbed his phone, called his wife

"Don Santoro, you went to all this trouble to meet me just for a scrap of territory?" Lorenzo stared at me greedily, his eyes tracing my features as if trying to memorize them anew. "Bella, where have you been for the past three years? I know I was wrong. Please just come back. Half of the Santoro assets—no, everything. Everything I own is yours. You can be the Donna." I laughed. In front of his very eyes, I removed my hearing aid and set it on the table. The world went blissfully silent. I watched his mouth open and close as he shouted in mounting desperation. Only when he finally ran out of breath did I put the hearing aid back in.

"Hector we done here? I've got shit to do." "Cool it ese just a minute, I have to test the merchandise." The asshole snorted a line of the grade A powder in front of him while three armed men stood back from their boss who was watching from his place at the head of the table. The old warehouse was musty and damp and I was over this shit already. I had everything I needed, all that's left was for me to tie this shit up and get on the road. I'd put in for three months leave, another smart move on my part. No vacation time in the past three years, and no sick leave.

One of the first wardens who was busy checking on the state of new prisoners was behaving more strangely than in previous years. "This is your chance to live, right? So your order doesn't apply to me. My name is Brittany Brown and I think my name is quite famous for you, " Brittany continued, dropping the glass to the floor and putting her hands behind her back. Then a telepathic dispatch from Zayn adds to Brittany's demonic smile appearing that easy.

Chapter Eleven— fake dating. ☆Micaiah's POV☆ We sat in his study. Barton himself looked like something out of a mob movie—sixty years old, silver hair slicked back, a pinky ring that caught the light when he moved his hand. Kieran stood behind me, silent and watchful. He'd barely said a word since we arrived. "So," Barton said, swirling his scotch. "Daemon Blackwood." I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. "He's becoming a problem."

Blackwood. TBC!!

Whatever happened, the doctor had filled the boy's ears with cholesterol mumbo jumbo and high blood pressure crap. He figured he had nothing to lose. If he went, he'd see his Ethel sooner, and if it didn't kill him, oh well. Now though, he had something to live for. He wanted to see his grandson married and settled down.

Jayden laughing "So sunshine, tell me apart from your parents who else is in your family?" Janet's eyes lightened up "My junior brother Johnson and his son Damon" "Your brother is married?" "No, he got a girl pregnant about four years back. He was just barely nineteen back then" "Nineteen?" "Yes" "Your brother is a sharpshooter" Janet pretended to throw her napkin at him "He denied it at first, but later he said he is going to take a DNA test as soon as he can afford it " "So did he?"

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to