Pierce Brosnan Novels & Stories

His sister stopped and turned to give him her attention. " You're grounded," he informed her. "Now you can go." The girl burst into tears and continued storming off, disappearing into the house. Boma stood there shocked. She felt like she had walked into a war zone. Donovan grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him. "That was my younger sister," he said. "Her name is Sharon and she can be a drama queen." "She looks...she looks a bit older than sixteen." "You can say that again. Now, let's get inside. We are sharing my room."

"It's weird when you call him that because I think of my uncle. Anyway, the Ryans are of Irish origin. But my uncle and aunt, Nathan's parents, were living in Germany when he was born." "Do you use the surname Ryan too?" "I prefer to use my father's." "Which one?" "Pearse." "Mr. Pearse, then?" "Yes, ma'am." "So, Mr. Pearse... what do you do in New York?" "I took over my family's company a few years ago." "You're not that old." "Almost twenty-seven. I didn't know you were curious." "I have to know who I'm accepting a ride from." "A ride? I don't think this is just a ride, Kate."

' I read through the article. Then hesitantly I clicked on his personal life. 'Pierce, who is 25 now, has been alleged to date Russian model Natasha Kournikova, although the dating rumors have not been confirmed. He is said to be mainly focussed on his career as he is in his prime years.' What? He didn't marry Lucy? What about their kid? There is nothing about his child on the page. All of his achievements and awards are proudly started though. He really made a difference in the last six years and look at me, I am my same old loser self.

“Don’t look so offended. It suits you.” “A broken nose would suit you,” I snap. Cian shakes his head at me, not impressed by my outburst. Reaching behind him, he pulls something out from his back pocket. It’s a small rectangle piece of silk with two pieces of string attached to each side. Without a spoken work, Cian wraps the silk over my nose and mouth, covering the entire lower half of my face. “I can’t trust that mouth of yours won’t get you into trouble tonight. Or me,” Cian murmurs, adjusting the piece of fabric accordingly. I can feel the weight of some pattern stitched into the silk.

His chocolate brown hair is falling out of his beanie in beautiful curls. Height check Super hot check Handsome check Accent check Sparks check. I had found my Mr Right He is staring at me as if I had gone mad but I know I haven't. Maybe I am " Welcome to Preston high Liam. " I say and grin at him as I try to curb my restless heart......

Cornelius came and stood in front of me. “Lynn, I am the Don of the Roman mafia. I will protect you. Now tell me everything.”

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”