Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

"The Don went to save Miss Leone. You can scream yourself hoarse. It won't help." "Everyone knows you've always had it out for Miss Leone. How do you think the armory blew up? We're not blind." "You'd better pray Miss Leone's fine. Otherwise, Don Galante will be the first to come for you." The pain in my abdomen surged, heavier and sharper than before. Something warm spilled down my thighs and soaked into my skirt. I tried to move. I tried to drag myself farther from the collapsed area. A loose chunk of stone fell from above and slammed straight into my pregnant belly.

Darius waved for her to move closer to him seated behind the dark brown and white mahogany desk. “You called for me sir.” Alina said, her tone clipped and formal. She always talked formally to Darius, despite his instructions that she was a special exception. Alina was his goddaughter and he wanted her to treat him more like a father than a boss, which she just couldn’t bring herself to. Darius Andersen was Florida's Mafia Don. The biggest and most feared in America. “I see you've taken care of the senator.” Darius nods towards her dirty self. Not like he particularly cared about appearance. The only thing he cares enough about is that the job gets done. Something Karl couldn't do, apparentl

LIA'S STEPMOTHER “You got my note,” he says. “I read it,” I reply. His mouth twitches. We sit across from each other at the table. No small talk. “You shouldn’t have passed it on,” he says. “That makes you visible.” “You shouldn’t have sent it,” I say. “You know what happens if the dons hear this,” he says. “They won’t ask who told them.” “And you think they’ll spare you?” I ask calmly. “You’re the one who knows first.”

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

Day 16 : Dinner with the Sergeant She got up from bed and forced herself to walk out of the room, she slowly opened the door and she was dazzled by the sunlight, she walks along the hallway of the camp, from here where she was standing she saw Sergeant Herrera and his other colleagues who were busy with what they were doing and repairing the damaged due to the explosion. She walks slowly to reach to the place of Sergeant, but at that moment she feels pain from her head, she felt dizzy and her vision was fading.

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

Sergeant Chriswell bellowed, his shots continuing, though he struggled to discern a target. "Shit!" he cursed, realizing he had run out of bullets. His gaze fell upon the sheriff's fallen gun, and he swiftly retrieved it, clinging to a flicker of hope. But then, a chilling presence seized him from behind, slamming him forcefully against the wall. "I heard you've been looking for me," Damian said, his eyes burning a malevolent red. The sergeant summoned his last ounces of strength to resist Damian's assault, but his resistance was futile. Damian crushed him against the wall, his hand plunging into the sergeant's chest, seeking his heart.

“Brother Zoran!” Darryl’s father, Daniel Darby shouted upon seeing that with anxiety written all over his face! Over the past year, Daniel and his wife had been cultivating hard at the Carter family and had achieved the Level Five Master General, but his power was too insignificant before Donoghue! “Carter, it’s time for you to die,” Donoghue spoke coldly at that moment and raised the Sky Breaking Axe again! “Brother Zoran!” Daniel shouted upon seeing that and rushed right in front of Zoran to protect him without a second thought!

Mr Dornan's face had blood running out from the right nostril of his broken nose and he seemed a little dazed after the impact. Anatoly leaned closer to his face. “You are the bastard in charge in this hospital. So I guess you know what I'm capable of. I can have your entire family at my mercy and kill them all after making a one damn phone call. So you better tell me everything right now.” “Please... please don't hurt me or my family, Mr. Kiseleva.” Mr Dornan immediately pleaded. “I... I was just following orders, sir.” “WHAT ORDERS?! SPEAK!” Anatoly roared, still gripping Mr Dornan's nape and slowly squeezing his throat muscles.