Novel & Cerita Sergeant Dornan

By oath. Born of the Blood Flame Clan, sworn to track and destroy rogues and the supernaturals the world pretended didn’t exist. His father, once Chief-In-Command, had died violently, and grief had carved Dryann into steel. He wore discipline like armor. He had find balance in love. In one man. his husband. “Dan?” he called softly into the quiet house. No answer. But the scent of grilled meat drifted from the backyard. A slow smile tugged at his lips. He knew where.

"Don Pierce, I think you need to see this surveillance footage... You need to brace yourself." Dante's heart skipped a beat as he opened the video Andrew had sent with an intense sense of unease. This was surveillance footage from inside the auction hall. While he was disciplining those spoiled brats, I was in the crowd protecting my belly, carefully moving closer to him. Dante tried hard to recall the scene from that time, but his attention had been entirely focused on Nina's condition. He had not paid any attention to what I was doing there. However, the next second, his pupils constricted sharply and he shot to his feet.

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

He looked to be around my brother’s age—tall, with sharp hazel eyes. “You’re human?” he asked, surprised after sniffing the air. “How is she your daughter?” he questioned my father. “Her mother was human,” my father answered calmly, as if he had already accepted our fate. “I see.” The man nodded. “Nice to meet you, Serena. I’m Lieutenant Daniel.” I frowned, confused by his politeness. Why was he treating me differently? “Untie them,” I requested. “I will—if you agree to come with me to my kingdom.”

When it finally became too much Jerry stepped back, his sensitive cock popping out of the beautiful actresses mouth. “That was perfect Brandi,” Jerry said with a smile as he half collapsed back onto the cell’s bed. Brandi blushed slightly at the complement. This Van Damme movie was gonna be a synch! *** Don Franco chuckled to himself as his good friend, Sergeant Tom Robertson led him towards the back of the police station where the holding cells were located. “Here she is Don,” Tom said as they reached the cell at the very end. Don looked inside and frowned as he saw that only one of the two bunk beds was filled. A man lay in the lower bunk, his hands folded behind his head and a stupid grin

EVAN Cold water splashed on my face, choking out my breath. I gasped out and forced my eyes open, panting heavily. I tilted my head and found an owlish set of eyes glaring hatefully at me. “Do you think this is your luxurious bedroom, huh? Get your ass up from there!” He snapped and I sighed out before staggering out of the small hard bed I was allocated to. Don, as he was called, wasn’t a police officer; he was a condemned criminal, too.

I'm about to walk out when I turn around and say "Don't tell him where I've gone or I will castrate you Toni," He raises his hand in surrender and I walk out the door. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry for the late update Computer charger broke plan on posting two more today Blake is played as Christopher Mason at the top Also next chapter in Luca's POV

Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds. I smiled. I stood up. Took the cigar out of his hand. "You're old. I think cigars aren't really your thing anymore." "You don't have a lot of time. That's why you're rushing. That's why you led with your hand." "Never let your enemy know what you're thinking. You taught Lorenzo that, didn't you?" The old Don's face stopped moving. He probably hadn't expected the same young woman who'd once knelt in front of him to be lecturing him as Donna of his own family.

“Scarlett, I'd think hard if I were you. The women who'd kill to be the Donna of the Sterling family could line up from Sicily to New York.” “And you? A woman I've thrown away. You think your family will still shelter you the way they used to?” His arrogance was a pair of pitiless hands, and they strangled the last scrap of hope I had left. Once it was fully gone, I felt almost light. I pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Fine. Then I won't keep you from picking your new Donna.” His pupils shrank. Right in front of me, he pulled Daphne into his arms.

Danny must have reported back to him what had occurred during our private operate, and why I didn't came back with him. "Sir, you called for me." I went straight to point not wanting to be here for long. Dr. Thompson was standing in front of his desk, his back was to me but he turned to me. "Melanie, I—" He was about to respond but was interrupted. "Leave us, Doctor," A familiar commanded. I've heard that voice somewhere but I couldn't place I had heard. I stretch a bit looking behind Dr. Thompson. And sitting on the director's seat like he own the place, was none other than Adriano Alfonso.