Doctor Giovanni Fire Force Novels & Stories

Nicholas' witch was muttering spells under her breath trying to stop Ruby from whatever it was she was doing but that just seemed to make the fire to grow higher and spread wilder, scaring Ruby more than she already was. "What's happening to me?! Somebody help!" That was when Clara and Van Langston finally came in. The fire that the brunette created was already weakening Nicholas, so all Clara had to do was push him a little farther towards the brink of death and Emmett came in to finish the job. Van, noticing the situation Ruby was in, vamp-sped towards her, trying to avoid getting burned to death before he finally was by her side. He held her close before vamp-speeding back to their so-cal

She screamed as light poured from her skin memories of her mother, Grace, Damien, and countless others spiraling outward in blinding arcs. “Adanna!” Her eyes snapped open not digital anymore, but alive, fierce, defiant. “I am not your bridge,” she said. “I’m your firewall.” She slammed her palms together, triggering an override command that exploded through the system like thunder. In the real world, Victor’s body convulsed. Sparks rained from the vault ceiling. The glass monolith cracked, releasing a column of white fire. Then silence. When Victor opened his eyes again, he was lying on the cold floor. His lungs burned, his head throbbed and Adanna lay beside him, breathing shallowly but ali

he began, his voice low and controlled, “this can complicate things for you two?” He stopped just a few feet away, tilting his head slightly, studying them like they were already in trouble. John’s fingers curled into a fist. Evelyn swallowed hard. Evelyn’s fists clenched at her sides, her knuckles whitening as the shock drained from her face, replaced by a slow, burning anger. “And you,” Giovanni said coldly, turning his head toward the receptionist, his gaze sharp enough to cut. “You’re fired.” The woman barely had time to gasp before one of the men stepped forward, gripping her arm and dragging her out. Her heels scraped loudly against the floor, her voice breaking as she tried to plead,

“Gastby is here with him. I'll take him to Regina's. He can't stay here.” “That's fine. Never leave his side for any damn minute.” I said, driving faster. I heard police sirens behind me but they were intercepted by two other SUVs. I recognized them to be Frisbee’s and Adam's. They blinked twice in their headlights and blocked the police cars. Thanks, guys. “Did you find who sent the video?” she asked. “Yeah.” I said. “Kill them.” Giovanna wasn't one to enjoy killing. Even in the army, she used more tranquilizers and karate. Gunshots and bombings were used only when necessary but right now, she wasn't a preacher of justice, she was a preacher of war.

He asked, but I wasn't certain either, was I? I swallowed a lump in it, worried about crushing it. I barely got injured, but even healing This fast was just impossible. “Simone…. Is this?” He asked, trailing off to the ends of his words. I looked just as perfect, even better; I swear I felt younger, stronger than I did before the gunshot. The door is pushed open on cue, and the doctor runs hastily towards Giovanni; he bows slowly, beads of sweat rolling off his temples as he speaks. “I... I... is quite... I'd like to speak with you, Alpha Giovanni”, he pleaded,slurrring out the words off his words,

After she left to get ready for school—with strict instructions to text me every hour, so I knew she was safe—I called a meeting with Vale, Jane, and Wheeler to figure out our next move. We gathered in Father's study, Valor having agreed to let us use it while he handled other business. "Giovanni's in protective custody," Wheeler started, spreading files across the desk. "But he's not being particularly helpful. Claims he never saw the faces of the people controlling him, never heard their real voices. Everything was masks and voice modulators." "So we're at a dead end?" Vale asked grimly. "Not necessarily," Wheeler continued. "We're analyzing the explosion, trying to trace the materials use

“He’s almost twice your age and your friend’s father.” “I know, but I love him.” He stops and stares at me just as the sound of a car pulling up interrupts us. Giovanni parks and jumps out, then runs over to me. “Are you okay?” I smile, wiping my tears. My heart feels whole whenever I see him. I nod. “Why have you been crying? Why are you out here?” He turns slowly and pulls his gun. “How are you still walking?” I grab his hand. “Tesoro, don’t. That’s not Colin.”

The hulking giant asked. Fury flooded through her as his thick accent registered. He was Russian. She finally recognized him in the shadows, Boris Grekov. "I'm fine," she snapped, "And I was doing just fine before you came along. What exactly the fuck was that?" she demanded, waving her hand at the body on the ground. He glanced down dispassionately."Boss told me, make sure woman unhurt while she works on dangerous cases. This man attack you. I ensure your safety."

He could no longer wait to finish this so he could finally confront his father. Giovanni's special team consisted of five men—Leon, his highly trained sniper and intel specialist, and The Four: Amir, Dalziel, Brax, and Fakhry, known by the callsign Fulgoso. All former military, all handpicked by him. They were the kind of men he only called when the situation demanded high-level skills. "I've got visual, Boss," Leon murmured through comms, binoculars fixed on the sprawl below. Benedicto's remnants had holed up in an old junkyard, its rusting towers of scrap metal forming a fortress of decay. Intel Leon had gathered from intercepted chatter suggested Benedicto himself would be arriving to reg

When the exploration was heard, Giovanni jumped Laura’s Ascot to protect her from impact. All objects in the room were thrown to the opposite side, including the mobster and his daughter. The impact was great and destroyed everything around. Luckily, Laura’s devices had not been disconnected from her body. Giovanni’s back was already hurt, but only that. Fortunately, the fire did not reach them. "Sir, are you all right?" One of your men entered the room. He was in civilian clothes and hiding the gun, after all, could not attract attention in the hospital.