Republic Doyle Novels & Stories

"Are you surprised to see me?" Raeleigh did not answer, but her assistant had come over. Seeing Raeleigh, she said at once, "Miss Anson..." "I got it." The assistant's words stuck in her throat whereas Mr. Fifth said, "Please pardon my concealment. I didn't inform you beforehand because I was afraid that you might misunderstand me." Raeleigh fixed her eyes on him momentarily. "Your last name is Doyle?" "Yes, I'm Crevor Doyle. Nice to meet you."

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

I said, putting him on speaker. "I traced the IP from the second email. Same location as the first, some coffee shop chain with open wifi, not a home connection. Whoever this is, they're being careful. Using public networks, probably switching locations." "That matches someone who used to do this professionally." "That's what I was thinking too." A pause on his end, papers shuffling somewhere. "I pulled the name Reyna gave you. Marcus Doyle. Worked private security for your father for eleven years before he retired two months ago. Clean record, or at least the version that made it into his file was clean. No red flags until now."

“The man who, as you claim, killed himself in your presence—” “You said it as if it were something that happened only allegedly, so let me get one thing straight,” I interjected, frowning. “Since the cut was too deep and he was beyond saving, you won't be able to find my single fingerprint on his body. And before you suggest anything that might piss me off even further... no, I didn't enjoy watching him bleed out in fucking seconds.” West ground his teeth, his lips twitching into a brief smirk. “As I was saying, his name was Timothy Doyle. He was thirty-eight years old. Ex-convict. Divorced, three kids.”

he said simply. Although he had politely declined the invitation, Amanda on the other hand, was quite persistent and engaged him in voluble chatter, explaining the reasons why he needed to be there. Thus, he agreed reluctantly. "Fine" he dragged, putting his hand on his wine glass and taking a huge gulp. "Ah, lest I forget" Amanda turned to him "You remember Sophie Quinn right? The commissioner's only Daughter?" David nodded, dipping his spoon into his soup. "Well, she has just concluded her Ph.D. in criminal law. Isn't that amazing?"

"I have proof of Hayes Doyle’s illegal dealings, fabricated documents I had spent all night perfecting, showing tax evasion, offshore accounts, and the way he treats his employees like dirt. He is a brute. He is a predator who hides behind a suit and a smile." I felt a surge of pure adrenaline. I was doing it. I was actually doing it. I looked at the crowd, seeing the shock and the horror on their faces. Hayes was done. His reputation was in the shredder. By tomorrow, he will be the most hated man in the country. "I am standing here today to reclaim my life," I yelled. "I am standing here for the baby I never got to hold and the woman who was stolen from me! Hayes Doyle is a monster, and it’

“I’m a virgin as well.” Alrighty then. We smile awkwardly at each other before I take another sip of my drink. Doyle relaxes back against the couch and glances around, and I take the moment to stare at him. He seems harmless. The man has zero body muscle, so there’s a good chance I can beat him in a fight. The thought helps me relax enough to ask, “What do you like to do in your spare time?” His eyes snap back to me, and he thinks for a moment before he answers, “I never miss a chance to go camping. I love fishing and hunting. Do you like being outdoors?”

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

I had not understood that Doyle was already inside a story of his own, and that my case had walked into the middle of it. I said: “Then I will ask you again. What do you want.” Doyle said: “I want to know if you’re careful.” I said: “What do you mean.” He said: “I mean I have read about your company. I know what the public product does. I know it flags the high-risk ones. And I have spent the last week wondering whether a man who built a machine to find the worst husbands in New York might also have built himself a way to act on what the machine finds. And if he did, I want to know if he is careful. I want to know if the men who come off the board are the men who actually earned it, or wheth

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.