Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

Para naman di sila masyadong maging maging vigilant sa isa’t-isa and to stop some unpleasant atmosphere. “Vice Captain, this is Zen. A mercenary I hired. Zen, this Vice Captain Illard of the knight squad.” I introduce them in a very short and simple manner. Zen nodded to the Vice Captain and vise-versa. The Vice Captain is very professional, he didn’t question me about a new member he didn’t know would join us. He just accepted my whim with acknowledgement and fair vigilance. I climbed the carriage and closed the door as I said, “yes. Let’s go.”

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

She requested as she tries to give the bottle to Hyun Ah. "Captain... is this the sanction that you were referring to?" Autumn asked the Captain worriedly. Blanche opened her eyes and give the newbie a sly smile. "Kind of," she shrugs. "Strip," Hyun Ah said casually as she accepts the antiseptic bottle from the Captain's hand. "Oh, being aggressive as fuck," Blanche kid as she strip her hoodie jacket, revealing her bruised and bleeding back to her comrades.

Declan's gaze swept across the room, instantly spotting me standing in front of Ian, swathed in his trench coat. He immediately holstered his gun, squared his shoulders, and gave a sharp, firm nod. His voice boomed through the room with absolute authority. "Captain! Vice Team Two is in position. Give the word." That single title—Captain Huff—cut Leroy's lingering chuckles dead in his throat, making him sound like a chicken getting its neck wrung.

"But the police have turned a blind eye to the Reapers because… well I don’t know why. But I just... removed the blindfold." He walked back over, looking down at the photos in my lap. "I know how to hurt you, darling. You think I didn't do my homework when you ran away? You think I didn't find out exactly who took you in?" Caleb tapped the picture of Justin with a fingernail. "Your brother is the Vice President. He is the muscle. Which means when the SWAT team kicks the doors of that clubhouse down and they will, if I make the call… Justin is the one who will shoot back. And the police? They have standing orders not to take him alive."

"I don't know what a claim is. I don't know what an Alpha is. You keep throwing these words at me and expecting me to understand them." "Don't play games with me." "I'm not playing games! You won't explain anything to me!" I leaned in closer, my mouth hovering just above the silvery mark, close enough to feel the heat of her skin against my lips but not close enough to touch. I inhaled slowly, and the competing scent hit me full force, sharp and territorial, unmistakably Dexter's. A low, broken laugh escaped my throat. "You walked into my media room this morning smelling like my enemy's mark, and you thought I wouldn't notice?" I said. "You thought I'd just let that slide?"

“Oi, brother. Stop accusing me in your mind. If you don’t wrap up what you are doing here immediately, I will keep on watching you.” “Who are you?” Instead of feeling relaxed with her soothing voice, the vice-captain only felt a sense of crisis. That person knew what was running through his mind. “A local in the slums.” The lady slightly tilted her head to the side. Confused why he needed to know about her. She could feel the tensed muscles on his body and his suspicions. The vice-captain didn’t believe what she said. “Put your hands up,” he ordered nervously.

Maps covered a third wall, marked with red circles and crossing lines that probably meant territories and escape routes. His crew was already inside, helmets off now, and they all turned to stare at me. Mika, the woman from earlier. Reaper, the massive man who looked like he could snap me in half without even trying. A thin guy hunched over a laptop typing away furiously and others I hadn't been introduced to yet. They stared at me like I was a bomb about to explode. Maybe I was. A man with dirty blonde hair and an oblong face stepped forward. His leather cut had "VP" patched on it. Vice President. Second in command.

When the captain saw them, he walked over to the boss and said, "Bro, got a light? Lend me a light." The boss heard that and handed him the lighter from his pocket. The captain tilted his head, looking all serious, and while lighting up, he leaned in to check the back seat. Suddenly, he spotted Elijah. The captain saw that, finished lighting up, and handed the lighter back: "Thanks, bro." The boss waved his hand, "You're welcome." After saying that, he was just about to get back in the car when the captain went on, "Bro, where are you headed?"

Though they freelanced most of the time, they were readily available when she needed them. As she stepped into the warehouse, she saw Vinca tied to the chair and smiled. Finally, she was going to bare her vengeance on this bitch who dared to steal her love and even got her banished to this forsaken place. She removed the hood from her face and Vinca was shocked to see Bernice standing before her. "You, what do you want from me?" Bernice let out a maniacal laugh and landed a hot slap on her face. "You dare ask what l want from you? she shouted. "After stealing my man you expect me to give you my blessings?"