Joseph Reagan Blue Bloods の小説・ストーリー

He clawed at the scroll, tearing it to shreds, like destroying the paper would undo the truth. "Why impossible?" I watched him drown. Then I crushed the last bubble of hope he had left. "You locked your own daughter in a hospital bed to save another man's bastard. You forced me to sign a Blood Pact that would've killed her." "Liam Blackwood. You're really something." "AAAAHHHH!" The scream that tore out of him wasn't human anymore. It was raw, animal— soaked in regret and madness. His body began to convulse. Bones cracked. Snapped. Reformed.

She veered closer, her animalistic instincts kicking in as she sniffed all over my jacket, “Ash— “It’s my fault Miss Dinah.” Reagan came in just in time to save my night as he walked down the stairs, “I had helped an injured banker in town when I went to pick to the groceries and his laundry, unfortunately some of the blood managed to spill onto master’s shirt. I thought I did a good job cleaning it,” he feigned a sigh, “…ahh, my old self must be getting rusty.” Dinah frowned at him, “Do a better job next time. You almost had me thinking he was breaking the law.”

Reagan staggered backward, a spray of crimson blossoming on his chin, his hand instinctively flying to the spot where Randall had hit him. He tasted the metallic tang of blood, but a flicker of amusement danced in his cerulean eyes – the same eyes that mirrored Randall's so perfectly. He wasn't surprised. Randall remains the same. "A warm welcome indeed, cousin," Reagan rasped, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His voice, though roughened by the blow, held a chilling calmness that sent anger down Randall's spine. "Don't play that game with me, Reagan!" Randall roared, his voice thick with barely restrained violence. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists

"Because you are a ghost, Elena. You have a Rhesus-null phenotype. One in six million. My sister is dying, and you are the only 'well' that hasn't run dry." "So I'm a human blood bag?" "You are my wife," he corrected. "And in this house, that is the most dangerous title you can hold." He held out the pen. The silence in the office was deafening, broken only by the hum of the city far below. Elena looked at the pen, then at the man who had burned her world down just to build her a new one. She thought of her empty bank account, her failed business, and the memory of that bleeding man in Malta who had looked at her like she was an angel.

They were my responsibility, and I knew I had to look their father in the eye and tell him what had happened to his sons. The farm seemed deserted, but I guessed that was mainly due to the rogue attack earlier. There was a group of Zetas moving all the bodies so they could be burned. None of them would get released or receive a proper funeral ceremony. I got out of the SUV and knocked on the front door. “Your Majesty.” Collin McGowen almost stuttered as he opened the door and his face paled as he looked at me. “Mr. McGowen, may I please come inside?” I asked him.

“You’re still here.” “Could say the same for you”, she offered a weak smile. “I get paid to be.” He stepped into the room, gently setting the clipboard on the table next to him. “You look like someone who just walked out of a storm and didn’t know she was soaking wet.” “I’m fine, Dr. Kareem.” But she couldn’t meet his eyes so she focused on her bag. “Are you? It was tough there. Lots of people didn’t…” Her breath hitched at the thought of people going to bed that night missing some family members and friends forever.

Eira’s Pov “He tried to assassinate Reagan during the full Moon when he was at its weakest.” Dolphus answered slowly and I was instantly horrified. He tried to assassinate his own younger brother?? What the hell! “What??” I exclaimed slowly in shock. “Yeah, but that's enough story for today. We will have a few months of journey ahead of us before we get to the Blood Black market,” Dolphus asserted calmly, but there wasn’t any hint of playfulness or mischievousness in his eyes anymore.

"You—" "You know what?" He cut me off. "I'm not doing any of this for the kingdom or for you, I'm doing it for my mother. To me, this is revenge, Marcello. He took my father away from me, something I'll never get back. You can pick a side: having the blood of innocent people on your hands or taking down that evil man. I've told you everything you need to know for now, do with that what you please."

Without saying a word she opens the door allowing a boy to walk in and my breath nearly catches in my throat when his blue eyes land on me. Jaxson Ravenwood. Classmate, shifter, and future Alpha of the North American pack. His white blonde hair falls messily over his icy blue eyes. He's more muscular than your average shifter and even I can't help but admire him. I feel something, I can't quite tell what it is, stir inside me and I instantly get one of my famous migraines as he flashes Ms. Foster a killer smile.

"How?" "Uhh... Bloodlust." I cheeks tinted red in embarrassment and shame. The doctor physically paled. I looked away. It is not like it is my fault! I try to deny it... I had just let my guard down. "Not that that is a problem, is it Dr. Emerson?" Arron asked threateningly. He shook his head quickly, coming back to his senses.