Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

Hope flashed across Nico's face. "Luca," he whispered, reaching out. "My boy." Luca moved back before Nico could touch him. He was five, dressed in a black suit my mother's tailor had made, but he looked steadier than most men in the room. "Do not call me that," he said. "My father died the night he denied me in front of strangers and watched them beat my mother. You are Don Varrone. Nothing more." Nico made a broken sound.

He was waiting for Eddie to challenge him on it. "I don't doubt that. It's just the first time I'm seeing her. How do I know we can trust her?" I had to admit, Eddie had a point there. Gunnar sighed, "This is Danny's sister," he spared me a glance before a sinful smirk tugged the corner of his lip upward, "and Theo Harper's daughter." I could tell he was enjoying this a little too much. This was a better form of revenge for him than forcing me to work at his architectural firm.

Dіd they еvеr find оut who dіd it, Adаm? "Nеvеr, the роltrооn wаѕ so ѕсаrеd he rеfuѕеd tо participate іn hіѕ оwn investigation." "And Sergeant MсMаhоn?" "Hе іѕ dоіng well, we still keep in tоuсh. Jоhn іѕ іn hіѕ еіghtіеѕ now аnd is working аѕ a ѕсhооl crossing guard. Thе children аt hіѕ еlеmеntаrу school crossing love hіm, еѕресіаllу the lіttlе оnеѕ. He tеасhеѕ them hоw tо сrоѕѕ bеtwееn the yellow lіnеѕ. Jоhn mаrсhеѕ with thеm, left rіght, left rіght аnd all thаt. The children call hіm Sergeant Grаndра. Thе old Sarge wіll never retire; he іѕ too obstinate. Juѕt lіkе mе."

' Vera emotionally watched each of the guards that were standing taut in support of her. To say Dorn was the Beta, but these guards were huge and stronger than him. And if truth was told then Dorn was just brainy, not physically powerful much. Tbc…

He flanks my left and Lucy takes my right. “Something is off,” he says, his eyes trained on a spot in the woods. I don’t agree with him, but I don’t bother saying it. Andrei clearly knew we were coming, and Kasym will never agree to it if he feels like Andrei knows I will be here. Andrei is like the arch enemy of the cartel, even more so than the probing detectives that come and go in the law enforcement. We step into the expanse of the compound, greeted only by the rustling of trees and the silence that is so uncanny it makes dread crawl through my spine, sending every single part of me to be at alert for signs of life.

He thought my silence was rejection. "Dante—" "When you're ready," he said, and his voice was steady again, controlled, the Don's mask sliding back into place even as his eyes still burned with everything he'd confessed. He released me slowly, gently, and the space between us opened up like a wound. "I'll be here." "Boss." Marco's voice was pained, apologetic, but urgent. "Intercept team's in position. Sophia's convoy is three minutes out." Dante straightened. The shift was brutal in its completeness—the man who'd just laid his soul bare, vanishing behind the Don's cold authority. He turned toward the elevator, his posture already locked into battle mode.

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

Sergeant O’Connor, with his signature grin, took a step forward and extended a hand to Callie. ‘Care for a dance, Doc?’ he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Callie chuckled, shaking her head playfully. ‘Maybe some other time, Sergeant. But I must say, you have quite the singing talent.’ Sergeant O’Connor gave a mock bow, his smile widening. ‘Why, thank you, ma’am. It’s all part of our charm here at Valour Ridge.’ Wendy, now with a radiant glow, joined the playful banter to rescue Callie. ‘Well, I must say, your charm is quite effective. I almost forgot we were at a military academy.’

Froster sat just across where she was, his hands trembling while he reloaded his 8 shooter and blast staeve. The thunder of Ragehog and Thornrat’s ordinance still echoed as groups of Fangsworn attempted to flank the steamboat as it pumped through the Suha Marshes’ waterways. Their special passenger, Dorian Keever huddled by one of the corners. Hands on his ears as he blocked away the noise around him. “Captain, your swords.” a voltiir stood in front, his hands outstretched as he presented her blades. Through the blurry vision. She recognized him as Private Storms.