Doctor Giovanni Fire Force Novels & Stories

He looked down at Marco's terrified face, as if staring at a corpse. "Don't worry. When you get discharged, I'll give you a present that'll make you even happier." After saying that, he pulled the gun free and strode out of the ward. "Pass my order," he instructed the men waiting outside. "The peace treaty is void. Crush Marco's remaining forces. Every single one of them." "Yes, Don Rossi!" Then, they left the hospital. As soon as Simon reached the car, his phone started vibrating. It was Giara again.

In the heat of the moment, the old lady charged ahead blindly. Startled, I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to. I yelled, “Don’t!” Zack narrowed his eyes dangerously and stepped forward to kick the old lady in the stomach. “Hmph!” He spat, his expression sinister. “Well, you’re something else. Are you teaming up now? Gordon, it looks like we didn’t give you enough credit.”

Deep in my bones, in the heat under my ribs. The child inside me wasn’t ordinary. She was fireborn. And the world had no idea what it was about to face. Lilly By morning, Grey Howl was lit up like a fortress. Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates.

Ghost POV My feet move before my brain catches up, and I throw myself into a chair, my glare locked on him. “What the fuck do you want?” My voice is a growl, controlled but barely. Giovanni doesn’t flinch. His gaze sweeps over the room, his expression unreadable. Then, he speaks, voice smooth, calculated. “I was wrong,” he says simply. “I came to give my blessing on the wedding.” I laugh. A dark, sharp sound, full of nothing but disbelief.

Giovanni looked at Gengar action and remembered yesterdays incident then he suddenly realized Giovanni "It was you who did this to me and caused me a great loss" Giovanni looked at Gengar furiously as his body trembled due to the embarrassment he received due to his hair. Gengar, on the other hand, was still laughing looking at Giovanni's state, Lauren could do nothing but shake his head seeing Gengar provoking Giovanni Giovanni "I AM GONNA KILL YOU, I AM GONNA KILL YOU BOTH"

All of a sudden Giovanni was spun round, his wrists in cuffs while his green eyes watched me sadly. “Call José.” He glanced back at Vinnie as the police were forcing him into the back of the police car. He pulled back slightly, locking eyes with me. “Te amo.” Mrs Cruz - Coming soon.

Despite the fact that I wanted her out, I stretched my hands to see what she was talking about and a loud gasp escaped my lips on the content of the video. The internet surely doesn't forget! My hands shake vigorously as I read the caption written on the video. *WHY IS SHE BACK INTO HIS LIFE AFTER CAUSING HIM SO MUCH PAIN? PROBABLY TO MAKE HER EX FEEL BAD, NO WONDER SHE ACCEPTED TO MARRY A STATUE IN MR. LUCIEN GIORDANO'S STEAD!* I stumbled backwards as I read the harsh comments. Many of it bashing my father and asking that his company be closed down!

If he had found her, that means they had saved Swayer as well. “Yes but it was already too late. The entire building was burnt to the ground before we got there.” Gerald replied. “We?” Cruella asked curiously. “Yes, I'm from the fire department. I'm actually the captain. When I found you, you were burnt up and I thought you were dead but you suddenly started breathing and I knew God had given you a second chance.” “God? Who is that?” Cruella asked with a frown. “You don't know God? He is the creator. He created everyone and everything.” Gerald explained and Cruella frowned.

"I can! Alright, I can! I'm the boss not you or him... I can fire and change the places of anyone..." Giovanni was anxious, he wasn't the usual self. He shouted at the people he always relied on. For the first time, Sierra felt that he could just fire both of them with a snap of his finger. Then what's the point of serving the Fernsby siblings when they can't at least respect them? He was bitter towards people. Everyone knew that he was distressed but this is not the way to talk to people, especially who have been through ups and down with him.

He was tall and lean, dark hair streaked with gray at the temples, and his white lab coat fluttered slightly in the breeze. “Giovanni,” I replied, returning his smile with relief. Giovanni was more than a doctor at the hospital—he was a childhood friend. Unlike Luca and Marco, Giovanni had grown up in the orphanage. The Rinaldi Foundation had brought him under its wing and granted him a scholarship, paving the way for his medical career.