Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

Then I saw him. Darien stood just inside the gates, his dark tactical clothing dusted with snow, his hair windswept and damp against his forehead. He looked tired. Lines of fatigue carved shadows beneath his eyes that hadn’t been there this morning. But he was whole. He was standing. He was here. Cain stood behind him, equally worn, scanning the compound with the automatic vigilance of a soldier. Just Cain. No Ronan. No Kael or Turk. No squad of dire wolves at their backs.

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

“I haven’t seen your face before.” “No, ma’am,” he replies politely. “I’m Don Nero’s driver.” “Oh.” I nod, feeling Nero’s annoyance radiates off him in waves, which only makes me want to push harder just to piss him off. “What’s your name sir?” “Sergio, ma’am,” he answers while his eyes dart nervously to the rearview mirror. To Nero. “Please, call me Elara.” I offer him a warm smile. “You’re old enough to be my father.” Nero is boiling beside me which means I’m on the right path.

"Don't," Sienna said sharply. "Don't pretend to have a sudden sisterly affection. I can see through manipulation. I've been captive to a master of it for weeks." Behind Sienna, still positioned by the doors, Luca remained silent. Watching, assessing, giving Sienna the confrontation she needed. Serena's gaze shifted to him, assessment clear even in the dim lighting. "Mr. Romano. The Don who's been chasing me for twenty years." "I was chasing a fantasy," Luca said, his voice cold. "You're just the disappointing reality."

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

The man I’d sent stood nervously nearby. I looked at him. “You did well,” I said. He blinked. “Don?” “You kept her alive. You called me. You stayed.” He nodded quickly, relief flooding his face. “But find that car,” I added. My voice was sharp now. Cold. “Find it. Find who was inside. Find who sent it.” He nodded again. “Yes, Don.” Dante leaned against the wall. “If it was Giovanni, we’ll know soon enough.” Santino crossed his arms. “And if it wasn’t, we’ll know too.”

Maybe I need to ask her questions by myself. ******* Donovan punished them just as he wanted and four of them died. The other five including Shirley and Owen survive. But that doesn't decrease his Anger for them at all, to him they failed the mission woefully by leaving Clara behind and he doesn't compliment that. But he's going to deal with them by himself when he's back because he's currently on his way to meet Dennis who had wanted him to come ****

I silently begged the universe to keep her safe. It still didn’t sit right with me that so many innocent people had gotten caught up in this mess. These people used the one moment my security was weaker—when not all the guards were around. Marco being out of the country had given them the perfect window. “You can call me Ronan,” he said, but he didn’t give a last name. “I’m guessing you’ll pass it along to your husband, and he’ll know exactly who I am.” That comment lit a spark of frustration in me. Ronan wasn’t just some random guy. There was something about the way he carried himself—confident, smooth, calculated. He reminded me of Marco, just with a looser edge.

“That’s right, corporal. He disobeyed his orders, so shouldn’t we be capturing him?” The six members of Squad 4 were overwhelmed with emotion when they heard that. They looked at Zayn and one of them asked, “Sergeant Larson, why are you here?” The man who spoke was Danny Stone, and he greatly idolized Zayn in the past. Under Zayn’s guidance, his skills improved tremendously, yet his feelings toward his teacher became complicated after Zayn was involved in those incidents.

Lynton and Dennis left after giving me a slightly grumpy look. "I… I was at the bar having a drink. I was waiting for Serena to meet me there." I sighed. Serena winced. "I got caught up with Nathan. Officer Nathan Dalton." She clarified to Gunderson. "Sorry, Maddie. I forgot." I could feel Ford’s surprise and amusement at Nathan’s full name. He was one of the cops on the Helvegr task force, so Ford recognized it. At least someone was having fun.