Romans & histoires Captain Danger

This was how he delivered punishment to those he deemed deserving. Dr. Lawson had long known about Mr. Hawthorne’s dark secret. Behind his role as the leader of Kins Enterprises, there was a hidden criminal network that supported him. Without that assistance, four years would have been too short to build a large company. This was why Dr. Lawson was always cautious around Mr. Hawthorne. He realized that Mr. Hawthorne was a terrifying figure, with the ability to carry out actions far beyond anyone’s imagination. They stopped in front of a cell, where someone lay inside. As the sound of chains filled the silence, the person struggled to move. Dr. Lawson couldn’t hide his shock upon seeing a fac

David replied after coming back to his senses. The door was pushed open gently. The first deputy captain of Red Flame Mercenaries, Killer, walked in. “Captain,” Killer greeted respectfully. “What is it?” David asked. “Captain, there are a lot of powerful people pouring into Dark Cape these last two days. There are a lot of them and it’s a little scary.” “Oh? How many?”

He had no intention of poring over the matters of what went on in their beds, those of Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just and their Pet, as one of his team had snickered. The snide remarks stopped when the Captain shot the man, McPherson, a sharp look. Now he frowned, the mop of blonde hair falling across his forehead. Nicolas Piccolo was one dangerous, crazy rogue. but somehow, sending calls that bordered on a dangerous obsession, and morphed photos…that did not seem to be his style. The Captain had seen enough criminals to know the difference. No, this was someone else, he sensed, a man with a dark mind, even more dangerous than the bumbling clown of a mobster, Nico Piccolo. this was done by a

said the captain firmly. The group of men scrambled to bow to the captain as if they were in the presence of a worldly god. The captain happened to be none other than Tammy, Derkley's youngest daughter! "Miss Tammy! We received orders from Mister Mondorra himself to identify a dangerous person here and are not actually trying to abuse our power. You're free to call Watson to confirm that if you don't believe us. I'm sure you would at least believe Watson, no?" Peele's words made Tammy's gaze grow cold.

Idris stood at 6'3" tall with a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes. He was a self-made billionaire with a net worth of over $5 billion. Idris had made his fortune through his technology company which revolutionized the way people accessed and shared information. He had built the company from his illegitimate business, sex trafficking. Not many people knew that he was capable of that terrible crime. Idris was a man of two sides. On one hand, he was a successful and charismatic entrepreneur, the owner of a rapidly growing tech company that was changing the face of the industry. On the other hand, he had a dark side, a side that was capable of terrible and wicked deeds. He secretly led a

The old captain kicked open the car door, cursing, "Who dares block Mister Kane's path? Damn it!" Alexander, still in the car, sensed it was a minor conflict, one that could be easily resolved without his involvement. "Blocking the road in broad daylight, Sinister Territory is truly a chaotic place," he muttered. Then, a familiar energy caught his attention. "Hmm? A semi-Empyrean's strength!" Sensing that something was off, Alexander became alert. In a place like Sinister Territory, filled with hidden dangers, it was wise to remain cautious. "Mister Kane, save me!" The old captain's cry for help came just a few minutes after he left the vehicle.

“Assess first.” “Sir,” someone panted, “the ward-lines are down. I can see, sir, the chains, ” “Assess,” the captain repeated. He loved his men. He did not want to see their throats. A young one made the mistake every story in his family had told him not to make. His fear wanted proof that the fear was justified. He bent and put his eye to the slot. “Don’t,” the captain said, but the word arrived after the eye.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

"Because exposed assets are liabilities. If your secret comes out badly, the fallout damages the team. Managing the risk is within my responsibilities as captain." I waited. He turned the bowl again. "And because—" He stopped. "Because what?" He looked up at me. His eyes were doing something I couldn't read, something that moved behind the surface of the usual carefully managed absence of expression. "Because the alternative was letting something happen to you that didn't need to happen. And I didn't want that." The room was very quiet. "That's not a captain answer," I said. "No," he agreed. "It's not."

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.