Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

It’s not the right time and place to blush since they were in the middle of the war. “C-Colonel?” “You have a lot to explain to me after this.” He kissed her cheeks before letting her go. “My men are fighting him so-” Leon stopped when the system warned and the red light flickered. An eerie noise filled the whole base. Oriana’s eyes widened and checked what happened but suddenly, one military helicopter flew away. It was Donovan. “BASTARD!” Oriana shouted angrily, causing Leon to take a step back. Sensing his upcoming death, Donovan flew faster than the wind despite knowing the risk. He hovered above Austere like a madman. His whole body trembled and he was drooling like a crazy dog.

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.”

I should have known that it's impossible to kill him before sending my two policemen to him". Dennis panicked as his father mentioned the two policemen. "You send ordinary policemen to kill his father? Dennis questions his father, finding his words to be hilarious because he doesn't know what makes him think that those two policemen could actually kill Donovan. Soldier can't even reach where he's standing, talkless of ordinary policemen! "Don't put the blame on me son, if we don't make a move, Donovan will wipe us out. He's a devil who needs to be killed and tortured to death. I'm sure you haven't seen the two policemen who I had sent on the mission. He tortured them. He them alive and makes

Just as the plates were being cleared, the doors groaned open again and the loud chatter in the room instantly died down as two men marched down the center, dragging a third man between them. The captive was a pitiful sight. His clothes were torn, his face was bruised and swollen and his lip was split wide open, dripping fresh blood onto the ground. They threw him down roughly at the foot of our table and he groaned, clutching his ribs. “My lord,” the taller man bowed his head in respect. “We caught him sneaking around the area. It’s Den. We believe he's the one who murdered Mr. Donovan.” A collective murmur of anger went through the crowd.

He poured some more. The soldier came back with the fresh pizza steaming on a large plate. As he set the food on the counter between us, he said, "I'm Sergeant Ian Boone. The dog's my partner, Thor."

Once. "Antonio Romano." He said the name the way you say something you are about to destroy. Quietly. Almost gently. "He's getting bold.” “I will gut him like a fucking animal and burn all his trucks while at it.” He straightened his jacket, tugging the sleeves into place before lifting his eyes to Vito. "Get the car." "Frank." Darius stepped forward from the corner where he had been standing so quietly. "If you go down there personally—"

The team was hand-selected by Colonel Benton-Jones, and Archer was there to lead the Tactical Team into missions that were kept out of the public eye. “You alright man?” Johnson asked Archer, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “Huh? Yeah. Sorry.” He shook his head. Johnson sat back on the chair, he was tall in stature, his black hair was shaved short on the sides but long on top. Johnson was one of the drone operatives, someone Archer trusted with his life. Observant down to the millimetre, he valued him as a mate as well as part of his team. His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look.

The traitor ruthlessly brought a Swiss knife down on the hand of Dawn’s most trusted bodyguard when he spoke out against the turnover for leadership. “Dawn is missing. He’s a brat who knows how to come home if he knows what’s best for him. Until then, the group needs to be in the hands of someone more experienced and responsible. Who else could take on the role of the group’s don except for me, the adviser of two dons?” Clenching his jaw tightly, Dawn stewed in a fury, seeing red as the bloody scene played out. The traitor had the nerve to claim what wasn’t his and hurt those he cared about!

His fatigues looked pretty worn and the handgun holstered to his belt was quite an earlier issue, probably from before she was even born. "You must be the new bookkeeper." His voice was deep and rich. He had a beret pulled low over his brow and a bandana covered most of his lower face. She couldn't see his face at all in the poor light, but she could tell by his voice and posture that he was African-American. "Yes, I am." She stood up and gave him a lackluster salute. "Corporal Sheila N. Taylor reporting." "Well, that's mighty fine." He said with a nod. "I am Sergeant Hogan. Let's get on inside before the winds start acting up."