Plot Of Taken 2 Novels & Stories

"I have seen a lot more than a newbie is supposed to." He chuckled. "Right. Anyway," he opened the passenger side of the car, pulled down the glove compartment and retrieved something. "This was taken at the scene of the discovery, where Tessa's body was recovered I mean." He handed me a picture. "And this," he waved another one, "was taken yesterday night at the morgue after her body was removed from the scene." I collected them and checked both of them. A cold shiver ran through my spine at what I saw.

I'm done with chicks like her. While she takes a shower, I open the notebook flicking rapidly through its contents. A half ripped photograph sways to my feet, landing softly on my boots. I bend to pick it up, having my eyes focused on the smiling faces all the time. It's a group photo, however, in this half, there are only two people Tammy's parents. I open my eyes in surprise trying to make out the overexposed background. What the..?' I let it out after figuring it out. The photograph was made on Terra 2 not far from the Colonies.

Dean had even been flexible with his schedule, working around the hours that he needed to be with her. Today had been the culmination of her dream, albeit not quite the way she had originally seen it. But this one was closer to her heart because of the people in this town, who had adopted her as one of their own. "We got another surprise," Bob told her. "Just hold on a minute here." He and Alton took the tarp off the back of Alton's truck and before she knew it there were three little café tables with chairs in front of the store. They were painted the same color as the sign, peach and green.

she said, while taking a bunch of papers from the shelf, " Henry Preston" She showed me the script. "Well....I don't know" I said, confused."How about Eddie brown? and we should ask miss chole before making decisions I guess..I mean, we are talking about the second leading role here. Who is the lead?" I said, trying my best to be normal and get out of this mess. "I am the lead, I asked miss chole about it and she agreed." To be continued...

Because I used my connections to have the process expedited, I got the test results immediately the next day. From the report, acrylic polymers were found in the bedsheets. Clearly, Vivian had done it on purpose. After saving the evidence, I started packing the things, much to the distress of Agnes, who had taken care of me all this while. "You didn't do anything wrong, Miss! I'll tell Master and Madam about this!" I forced myself not to cry. Even a nanny trusted me, yet Horace was convinced of my crimes without even asking. None of that mattered, though. I should have left ages ago.

Lucian’s POV The war room smelled of black coffee and cedar smoke. I stood at the head of the long matte-black table, sleeves rolled to my elbows, staring at the digital map projected across the wall. Red markers blinked along the western border—three new patrol routes we’d added overnight after the scouts reported strange movement from rogue wolves. Nothing aggressive yet. Just watching. I hated watching. Watching meant waiting. Waiting meant thinking. And thinking meant her. Elara. Still upstairs in the suite I’d ordered Selene to prepare—the one with the floor-to-ceiling windows, the heated floors, the backlit onyx wall that glowed like trapped moonlight.

​The Corporate Alibi ​The two separate flights were a necessary deception. Andrea and I boarded two different long-haul jets at Heathrow, only to disembark moments before takeoff, slipping out through pre-arranged secure channels. We weren't flying to disappear; we were creating a traceable alibi of absence while remaining within striking distance of the unfolding crisis. We needed to be ghosts in the system, and what better place than a private, soundproof apartment overlooking the City—close enough to see the smoke, but too far to inhale the fire.

He smiled down at her “Quinn says he can hear your brain working too hard so I’m to let you in before you have a meltdown” “Cheeky shit, I should have hit him in the face harder” she spat out at Finley, giving him a wink as she squeezed past, she knew Quinn could hear her. She limped through the lounge and into the bedroom. All the cottages were laid out the same; she could have been in her cottage if it wasn’t for the photo of a beautiful blonde woman sat on the book shelf. The petite woman sat on a swing, her hair cut in a wavey bob that sat on her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkling as she smiled at the camera. A young Lily, Mya thought as she walked past the picture.

Nathan stepped forward and took my hand in his and walked us over to the other couch that sat across from the coffee table. We took a seat together, his hand never letting mine go. He looked over at me, and our eyes connected, even with my parents here. The moment our eyes met, everything else fell away. Like it was only the two of us, sitting here in our home. The rest of the room faded until it was just him. Taking in a breath, trying to steady my racing heart. That familiar pull wrapped around me again. Like something in me leaned toward him without asking permission. The hold of his hand in mine, bringing me back.