Fbi Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Bel slowly called as she wiped the tears that were coming out of her eyes. "Don't worry Bel, Thomas will be in my care from now henceforth while you go and look for something to do okay?" The woman asked. Bel was touched by her kindness and let her tears flow freely. That was when Bel enrolled herself in an FBI academy and passed out to become an FBI agent. . . . . "Mabel?" Her roommates were both surprised to see her come back in tears. "Are you alright?" Mira asked but was ignored, she gaped her mouth open in surprise. Meanwhile, Emma was laughing at her.

"So, this bird of Ari, her husband is a director of the FBI." "So you mean..." "Having the FBI in my pocket wouldn't be a bad idea. After all, they do shit faster than the cops." He announced smiling deviously. I couldn't help but smirk back at him as everything all clicked into place. This was going to be so damn fun, and I couldn't fucking wait. "Then what the fuck are we waiting for?" ~~~ XANDER POV

Jade immediately ordered her four bodyguards to attack me. Even though I was good at boxing, I still couldn't possibly defeat four well-trained bodyguards at the same time on my own. I was quickly subdued and brought before her. Jade nudged Wilbur toward me and said gently, "He's all yours now. You can do whatever you want to get your revenge on him." Wilbur instantly straightened up, his arrogance returning in full force. He came over to me and punched me hard in the face, whispering in my ear, "So what if you're Ms. Pearson's fiance, you little fucker? The person she cares about is me."

"Never knew FBI agents had quick fingers." I had warned her against Razor, and yet she seemed to attract his attention. Razor hatred for the Feds ran so deep, if he found that she was really an FBI agent it wouldn't end so well. She was on the verge of opening a viper's nest, on the cusp of discovering a whole different truth from what she might believe is the truth.

Her friend said to her "What are you talking about it’s not morning yet," Angel said and turn to the other side of the bed "It’s already 8:30 am, angel" angel jump quickly from her bed "Oh shit I am late," she said and run to the washroom My name is Angel Ross. I am 28 yrs., and I work as an FBI agent. I always wanted to be an FBI agent like my dad. I know a lot of people will say that this is a very dangerous job for a girl.

Fin spat angrily, ramming a knee into Rick's abdomen. I winced, judging by the way Rick's face twisted it must have been painful. "Bobby is in charge. One phone call is all -" Fin punched him in the face, "You're forgetting one very important thing. You have to be able to make a phone call first," he leaned down so he was face to face with Rick, "And if I let you live, I will make your life a living hell. I'm with the FBI and I have a lot of contacts. Do you want to play this game?" He had his arm pressed against Rick's neck.

“Sorry, about that, what was he? Like his profession?” “He was an FBI agent,” “FBI agent?” I drawled. “Yes,” she concurred. “Wow, I didn't know those fuckers fall in love,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “So what about you? Where's your girlfriend? Because I was wondering why you want me to be your pet when the last time I checked I saw you and her together” She asked. “Good question,” I placed my hand in my pocket, brought out my phone, and showed her the video Rodriguez sent me.

The FBI had then showed up during that time, with the department having been on the criminal's tail since the death of the Commander. The federal agents had showed up with two cases: one being about Trevor Brandon and another that took the police captain by surprise. Susan had stared at the file, noticing the dark letters emblazoned over it in ink as Lady Death. She had heard stories about the speedster and how she had literally ripped apart every officer and detective in the precinct but that had been way back before she had even been transferred there, as the events of the 'extremely dangerous' speedster—as the FBI had put it—dated all the way back to 2009.

Chapter 22 Authors POV Several police van flood into Santiago hospital with the FBI agent stepping out in seriousness. Their guns clutch to the band hanging around their waist. They have a mean look on their face. Two FBI agent walked in, FBI Jake and Rita. Don Damien was lying in the hospital bed with the doctors taking off the drip and life support connection away from him. FBI Rita walked forth and handcuff him. Don Damien only stared and smiled at her with his facial expressions being unreadable.

"Because she reminds me of you." "How?" "Small, stubborn, and already terrifying." Outside, snow fell over Chicago. Inside, Dante sat by the fireplace with Ada asleep against his chest, her tiny fist caught in his shirt. I watched them from the doorway and thought of another life, another ring, another man who had come back too late and asked me to wait again. I had loved Luca Bellandi. A part of me always would, the way old scars belong to the body even after they stop hurting. But I didn't waited.