Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

The reporter stepped onto the stage and took the microphone from the host's hand. "Dr. Rivers, I'll answer your question shortly." She turned to face the audience. "Hello everyone, I'm Tara Mitchell, a reporter and one of the organizers of this event. Next, we'll be playing a message left by our body donor." The large screen on stage began to display footage. In the video, I sat on a beach, looking toward the camera. "Hello everyone, I'm Julian Rivers. I love sunshine, the sky, and the ocean, so as you can see, isn't the sea behind me beautiful? Actually, I wanted to visit the beach with my parents for a vacation.

The farmers I trained just this morning try to fight back with wooden swords and dull axes, but they are being slaughtered mercilessly. “Damn it!” I curse, yanking the claymore from my back. “Stay behind me, Maeve!” “I’m not hiding!” Maeve snaps back immediately. Her eyes flare bright silver. “I’m going to put out the fire!” In the middle of the burning village square, Dorian Duskborne is dodging sword strikes while throwing explosive formula bottles. “Finally done making out?!” Dorian shouts the second he sees us. He ducks beneath an arrow. “Mind cleaning up this trash, Sword Bearer?!”

After shouting, he spun around and barked at a nearby bodyguard. "Take her body and dump it in the city landfill!" The bodyguard hesitated, glancing at me. "Don, she's the Donna's mother. This... this might break the code, right?" Lorenzo jammed his gun against the man's head and roared. "She won't sign, will she? She likes cursing my Madre, does she? Today, I'll show her what happens when you disrespect the Falcone family's Madre!" "Do as I say. If the sky falls, I, the Don, will hold it up!"

Alex asked. "Give me a moment," Dune said. "Okay," Alex responded. As the AI took its time, Alex decided to take a shower. He emerged from the bathroom, still drying his hair, when Dune spoke up. "Hello, Alex. I found limited information. Operation Sentinel Resolve was two years ago, led by Sergeant O'Connor. It had a tragic ending with only one survivor and became a highly classified case. I do not have access to more details," Dune reported.

"I mean no harm." Zara took a step forward, her face reserved. "Who are you?" After hesitating, the man responded. "Doran is my name. For weeks, I have been hidden among these cliffs. Anyone who gets in their way has been the target of the patrols. Lyra examined him closely, weighing every aspect with an analytical mind. She questioned, "Why would they hunt you?" Doran's eyes glowed in alarm. His response was, "Because I know their secrets," "I can help you, but only if you take me with you."

They were all waiting for me. “Men!–” My voice boomed and echoed across the camp as everyone fell silent." “–We have won a great victory! None of this could be possible without you all. However, the fight isn't over. My former Beta, Doran, is a traitor! He escaped and I am certain that he will make more trouble for us! He has probably gone for reinforcements and if what I hear is true, we might be facing a more dangerous enemy than we did today. We must be constantly vigilant. Men that are interested in standing guard should see Pierre! And I need men that will go on a reconaissance. We need to find as much information as possible!”

I hesitated for a while before I took it and we walked out of the warehouse while Lorenzo followed from behind. “Assign a new dealer to replace the idiot who tried to steal from me.” “Yes, boss.” Lorenzo said and we all got into the car. The drive back to the mansion was quiet and my mind screamed ‘murderer’ whenever I looked at him. “Can I please go to my room now?” I asked as Don Antonio took a second sip from his glass of wine. “You're not leaving.” He answered planely as he stood up and walked towards me. I struggled to keep my head high because he was shirtless and his body was tempting.

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

Jack explained eagerly. "Okay." "According to General Lockwood, Charles Anderson is Lawrence Duncan, he is an ex-Marine just like your dad, but Charles was discharged with dishonorable one due to a crime he had done, which were concealed by the highest authorities and now, there is no way to trace that file," Jack stated with a disheartened tone.

Not that I'm scanning for him. For the past two months, I have tried to avoid him occasionally. Sometimes I can feel my eyes behind me and see him peering as if he's back in the Marines. Logan's youngest and twin brother, Liam, told me Donovan was in the marine. It explains all the visible battle scars. It's similar to Effie's scars on her body, but Donovan fought in the war and received each of his scars. He looks hot with scars. It's another reason I avoid looking at him. He's different from Eddie. Although, Eddie can be crushed like a soup can in Donovan's hands.