Romans & histoires Post Captain

They have similar facial features and hair colours. That guy suddenly gazed at me. "And who's this beautiful lady over here??" He asked nicely, smiling with his eyes. "This is Bambi." Greyson introduced. "Oh hey, i'm Shane Grant. This asshole's brother. Good to have you here." He joked, grabbing my hand and shaking it. Greyson was already tall. But Shane was a bit taller and his skin was a bit darker. But he is so much more chatty and energetic than Greyson can ever be.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

on board and the ship safely. The captain considers Annika brilliant, bright, and always pleasant; he was captivated by the way she grasped things about safety on board. He doesn't know what Annika's smiles are hiding. He notices a stunning woman who is vibrant, bubbly, and radiantly charming, with an Oriental beauty. She informed him, "I don't have coffee to give you here, captain. Would you want a drink of beer?" He answers her directly, "I don't drink and drive." They both chuckle as well. Annika thinks his sense of humor to be really amusing; she didn't realize a captain like him could be humorous. The chief engineer then arrived and joined him. The captain suddenly became a robust man

Lucius said calmly, “Kat’s contribution has been reported to Alpha King. Her current rank of Captain was granted by Alpha King Cassian himself, as evidenced by the documents delivered by Beta Ryan” He walked up to Bianca and stared at her. “You? Who are you to question this?” His aura fills the room as I raise my eyebrows. Cassian was the one who approved my position as captain. I didn’t know that. I just assumed Lucius appreciated what I have been doing here, but it was an order? Xavier said, “Captain, I should’ve known...” “Know what?” Lucius asks, glancing around the room. “It’s not possible that she would do something like that. It’s…” he paused as Lucius crossed his arms. Staring down a

I nodded, “I understand,” “And believe me, I don’t think anyone wants a second coming of Miers,” His gaze dropped, “I’m sure mom and dad understand better than anyone too.” He raised his brows at me, “And I’m sure they wouldn’t want to make an enemy of Egon,” He chuckled, “He’s next in line to become the captain.” !!! “Really?”