Joseph Reagan Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

Looks like an old romance movie. SHE HEAVED a deep sigh when she reached the condominium where Mr. Montemayor is staying. She discovered that this place is owned by his new patient. Wow, he's that rich! 30th floor. When she entered the said floor, she was welcomed by a woman, maybe five or seven years older than her. She must be Ms. Ashley, Mr. Havoc Montemayor's secretary.

Will hauled me off to the hospital; my head was in a fog. It was not until I saw the needle for drawing blood that I snapped back to reality. "I can't do it. I have cancer. I'm not allowed to donate blood..." I tried to bolt, but Will yanked me back without mercy. "Cancer? You're bouncing around like nothing's wrong. How can you have cancer? "Cut the chatter and donate already. If Jasmine gets worse, I'll never let you off the hook."

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

He asked concerned, probably thinking it's a big issue, I mean in some way it kind of is. I sighed, "It's about your father." The look on his face was indifferent but also attentive. "I spoke to my mother recently, and she explained to me what really happened on the night of the raid, she also said that . . . .your father was . . . . a silver blood." I gazed into his eyes as I informed him about his father but they just looked the same, no shock, no expression, nothing, just his beautiful brown eyes staring back at me.

"Julian... what about the front door? I saw the servants cleaning it earlier. Did you ever find out whose blood that was? It was so... much. I was worried someone had been seriously hurt." Julian’s jaw tightened for a fraction of a second, the image of Evelyn’s broken body on the floor flashing in his mind before he ruthlessly suppressed it. "I haven't identified it because it doesn't matter," he said dismissively, his lip curling in a brief sneer. "It was just Evelyn. She was causing a scene, trying to be dramatic to make me feel guilty for choosing you.” “She probably just cut her finger and smeared it around to make it look worse than it was. It was a pathetic, transparent cry for attenti

More blood splurted out, coating my chin and dripping. "I wanted to give you a quick reminder." "Joseph! I will lose too much blood if you do this, and you know what will happen after that!" I managed a gruff scream. He whispered in a death cold voice. "I could kill you now if I wanted, but you might still be useful until Reagan regains her strength. However, I want to watch you beg to live." "Joseph—" "Beg me, Kal! Because you know I will do it without hesitating."

Hidalgo blankly replied to him and he intentionally eluded the rape and molestation part of the story. Mr. Regan sighed deeply in peace, he was glad that Gabrielle was back which means his plot will push through after all. After a while, Mr. Reagan suddenly was astounded as he saw the bloody hands of Hidalgo. "Hidalgo, why is there blood in your hands?" He curiously asks with his brows raised at his son. Lucy who was now standing beside Hidalgo was awed and she glanced down at Hidalgo's hands which were wrapped around Gabrielle, her pupils grew as she saw the stains of blood.

He asks. “Sorry but we can’t---” The head officer tried to say. “I said repeat what you said!” Blood shouted but the officer didn’t respond. Hell snatch the paper that is the officer holding and open it. “Sir that is---” The officer tried to stop them but Reagan stopped him. “N-no, no…this is not real.” Blood said after seeing Chaos and River detail and picture there. “No, you’re wrong, they can’t be dead.” He said and a tear escaped his eyes.

Daisy, Albert and Joe wang watch in horror, what's going on? They all had the same question on the mind but still they know all know they can't move to her, a blue light slowly fill the room. "The energy is stronger this time" Joe wang said in panic "May Zhiang warned us about this" "And she did tell us not to do anything,He's almost here, we can't stop him"Daisy piped in breathing hard. " But she could get hurt, he trained may zhiang so I know"Albert shake his head and pat Joe wang shoulder.

One week later, the Godfather returned. Don Vincenzo Rosato had cut short his trip to Mexico. A black Maserati glided silently into the estate, like a massive whale slipping into the deep sea. It was silent, yet powerful enough to make the entire ocean tremble. I stood by the window of the second-floor study, watching the car come to a stop in front of the main house. Lorenzo personally stepped forward to open the door for him. A figure emerged. He wore a simple black cashmere overcoat over a perfectly tailored dark suit. His hair was combed back without a single strand out of place. Time had carved authority into his face, not age.