Operation Drilly Novels & Stories

"Who does Caden Voss use for his direct operations? The operational layer you said Soren didn't know about?" "Soren knew one name," Kaelor said. "A wolf called Dray. Caden Voss's personal operative. The one he uses when the prepared approaches have failed and the direct approach becomes necessary." "What do we know about Dray?" I said. "Very little,that is by design. Dray doesn't appear in any territorial record. He simply exists in the accounts of situations where Caden Voss needed something done that couldn't be traced back."

"Your glandular scan data has been uploaded to Dorian's encrypted channel. Whatever happens at the council today, that data can be projected onto the dome within thirty seconds. You don't need to speak. The data will speak for you." He pushed the door open and walked out. It swung shut behind him. The sound of the latch clicking into place was barely audible. Rex slid his greatsword back into the sheath across his spine and strode out of the operating room. His shoulder guard scraped against the doorframe as he passed. He spat out a single, sharp curse. Aurelius rose from the three-legged stool, sliding his rapier sheath back into his belt. He walked over to the operating station and stared

After a grueling surgery, Dr. Aaron finds Amy, his daughter's best friend, waiting in his office. Their forbidden attraction ignites a passionate encounter that neither can resist. ***************** DOCTOR AARON POV: I stepped out of the operating room, my scrubs still damp with sweat from the intense surgery. The fluorescent lights glared overhead, a stark contrast to the dimly lit OR I'd just left. My mind was foggy, my body exhausted, but I knew I needed to check on my paperwork before heading home.

"This concludes all business between us. Our families shall stay out of each other's way from now on." And with that, Drake strode out of the rear entrance of Tycon Dojo. Wilf was certainly dissatisfied but had no choice but to follow. "Sir, why would you—" Before he could finish his question, Drake suddenly turned pale, dropped to his knees, and coughed out a mouthful of blood! "What?! What happened to you, sir?!" Wilf cried even as he helped Drake to his feet. Drake sighed lengthily. "It's Frank Lawrence."

"You'd better get lost if you're going to play possum! You're just dragging us down with you!" Joseph Jensen, my boyfriend and drill instructor for the outdoor orientation boot camp, bellowed. I jerked my eyes open only to see Wanda Lawson, the tycoon's daughter, lying on the ground, her face pale as her body curled and went into spasms. I looked at the scene from my past life and instantly realized that I had been reborn. "It's funny how she's usually fine until it's time for the outdoor orientation boot camp. If you're going to slack off, at least be subtle about it!

I felt so warm and relieved, I sobbed the more when he told me Daphney was trashing them. Drille opened his car because Daphney's car was already locked,and I sat down in it. "Why did Drille come at that moment ? How does he know? Was he following us? Different thoughts ran through my innocent mind . I couldn't help it but cry again. He stayed outside waiting for Daphney and she came in sight so drenched in the rain. Her shirt was soaked that you can see what she's wearing beneath. She held her shoes in her hand as she used the other hand to shield herself from the rain but it wasn't helping at all. Drille ran towards her with the umbrella and stood in front of her covering her with his coat

Dillon tagged along with Drake in to the Dungeons. Drake did not find any malicious thoughts in Dillon's eyes, so he let him tag along. "Did he opened his mouth?" Drake asked Dale. "No, we tortured him and he even fainted a couple of times with pain. But he refused to open his mouth." Dale revealed. Drake looked at Dhari, who is bloody and is barely concious. "Bring hot salt water along with black pepper powder" Drake ordered a guard.

the doctor replied, stunned by the presence of personnel in white and navy uniforms—clean, disciplined, and carrying the aura of experts in large-scale operations. Drick, who had been restless and on the verge of losing hope, teared up slightly at the sight. He could feel he wasn’t alone. “Thank God…” he whispered as he tightly held Gerald’s weak, pale hand. He didn’t waste any time. As soon as the stretcher was lowered and Gerald was loaded onto it, Drick climbed into the ambulance as well. He knew every second mattered—every heartbeat of Gerald was like a gamble with fate. In Drick’s mind, one thing was clear: no one around them had the power to deploy CC Rescue except Madam Carolina.

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

she said softly, patting her on the back. Lily mused on her pearls of wisdom and made sense of it. All she had to do was to hide, and everything would be fine. In fact, it’ll be better be because she wouldn’t have to fight with anyone for Drax anymore. Technically, it was a win for her. .... Surgical lights brightly illuminated the operating room where Rissa was lying motionless. Surgical tools with bloodstains all over them were scattered on the mayo stand as the doctor and two nurses in the operating room fought earnestly to save Rissa’s life.