Sullivan Uncharted Novels & Stories

I reached for the remote and switched on the television. The evening news appeared immediately. A serious-looking anchor filled the screen. I barely paid attention at first. Until the image behind her changed. My glass slipped from my fingers. Shattered against the marble floor. Red wine splashed everywhere. Because staring back at me from the television screen was a familiar face. Hart Sullivan. Large. Impossible to miss. The anchor’s voice echoed through the room. “Authorities have launched a nationwide search for former Navy SEAL Hart Sullivan in connection with multiple ongoing investigations.”

He fell asleep quickly finally trying to sort out the meaning behind his dream and watching the door for Claire to return. The bittersweet smell of blueberry pancakes filled the air. Lilliana struggled to fall back to sleep knowing the smell only meant one thing. Her mother was about to drop some pretty tough news. Lillian was only 17, almost 18, years old but knew her mother's tactics well. Lilliana had always been exceptionally smart for her age, she rarely showed her intelligence as she learned at a younger age it brought too much attention. They moved often to 'stay under the radar' but due to the all too often changes in schools, and jobs they were considered outcasts. Thankfully she wa

“We were just talking about you. I was about to ask Michael why he’d been hiding such a cool sister from me!” “Sister?” Michael’s voice was flat, incredulous. He was leaning against a couch , his travelling bag still beside him. His eyes, when they met mine, were chips of obsidian. “I don’t have a sister.” Frank laughed, clueless. “Well, she lives here! And I know your fiancée isn’t her, so… what is she then? A cousin?”

Sullivan's expertise provided the missing links, revealing hidden meanings and shedding light on the secret society's true agenda. As we delved deeper into our research, we found ourselves embarking on an expedition of epic proportions. Dr. Sullivan led us to remote locations, where ancient ruins held the key to unlocking the secrets of the secret society. We traversed treacherous terrains, scaling crumbling walls, and venturing into hidden chambers. With each step, we uncovered more evidence of the secret society's nefarious plans. We unearthed scrolls that spoke of their insidious rituals, recovered relics that held dark energy, and deciphered ancient texts that revealed their connection t

"Now guys, I assembled this team to handle this because I know you can. I know of the fire in your eyes, the hatred in your hearts, for these creatures who stole your home from you, stole your peaceful lives and tried to ruin you. I know you want to exact vengeance on these puny creatures and I know that the hatred in your hearts won't be dissolved if you don't hit back, hard. I'll hand each one of you different weapons to suit your skills, eg A dagger for close combat. An arrow for long ranged attacks, and swords of course. Now, I want you to remember the faces of your loved ones, imprint their faces when possessed by these things, and fight. Fight like your lives depend on it. Fight like y

Instead, he hesitated for a moment before he said cautiously, “Sir, there’s one thing.” “What is it?” Zayn raised his head. Sean said, “Nathan Sullivan from Tenfy Co. wishes to extend his invitation to you. He would like to invite you to a meal and a game of golf.” Nathan Sullivan? Zayn’s expression turned fascinated at once. Noticing that Zayn did not speak, Sean assumed that Zayn was not acquainted with Nathan, so he hastily said, “Sir, Nathan Sullivan is a business elite who just returned from furthering his studies abroad. It will be rather beneficial to be acquainted with him…”

Xyla said. “Alright. I’ll make it for you,” Stanley said. After that, Stanley got out of bed and went to get cleaned up. Meanwhile, Xyla didn’t feel like getting up yet. So she decided to laze on the bed for a while longer. After picking up her phone, Xyla unlocked it. Various news articles appeared on her phone screen through the news applications… The same person’s name appeared on each of the news articles—Tom Sullivan. “The Sullivan Group’s heir, Tom Sullivan, has died…”

"What if I know what it is that you seek to ask? You want to ask what I know about the PRISON OF STONES, THE TREASURE AQUA and the Truce with the Dogmarians and Shalonians that ended in war. That, is not a question Helion, but loads of it. But I will tell you what you are yet to know, because you already read Archibald's documentary. The chain that casts it's shadow at the door behind the Alpha's camp is with Karl Sullivan.

For the sake of my plan, I had to lay a low profile and hide from the enemy’s radar. I decided to use my car instead of hailing a taxi. It was a sports car that I won over Miguela because of a bet. Miguela is a real deal troublemaker and so am I. The two of us would make bets on every random and ridiculous thing. However, when it comes to getting missions done, both Miguela and I are equal. We’re known as the notorious pair of Exodus Agency; we are deadly and merciless. That is why the agency wouldn’t put us together on a mission. Trouble would always find ways to follow us, and next thing you’ll know, there’s bloodshed and endless chaos. Just like that mission in Brazil; it was a huge scene

AVA’s POV We end up dispersing, and without having to see what the Leonornado Falcone looks like, I shrug my shoulders. I could check him out after work. I’ve never been a woman for gossip, but the rumors around this particular man make it worth checking out. We serve the next meal, and while at it, two large men, both decked in dark suits from top to bottom and their arms fixed into their trench coats, I can already guess they have guns with them. I almost duck when the room goes entirely silent, and Oliver calls on us immediately, like some cult meeting is about to happen.