Bleach Vice Captains Novels & Stories

“I trust you know what to expect?” “THE ENEMY DEAD.” The entire team had unleashed a synchronized battle cry. “At ease, Voltiirs. As perked up as a drunk on spice cake are we?” The Captain cracked a joke, Froster was still human enough to recognize the reference. But he didn’t find it funny, and neither did the squad.

Alice wouldn’t promise that she would stay still if she was provoked, like fighting a pureblood on her own, or at least try to. The man heaved a sigh, "She did ask a favor of me, but following you around was of my own volition. You see, I don’t easily let just any hunters in my team. If you still don’t recognize me, I’m the vice captain of the southern division, Johan Westfield. You definitely should know me if you were paying attention in the orientation that was given to everyone literally every two weeks. Although, considering how skilled you are, I definitely want you to be on my team. The vampire situation is getting worse on my end, and we really need extra hands." It clicked to her as

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

The sight of the bustling venue boosted her spirit as she jumped down and dragged me off with her. Rhea didn’t stop even after we’re inside. We made it to the bar before she pumped brakes into her motion. She snapped her fingers at the bartender. “We need something strong and capable of making a woman forget her life problems.” She flashed the lady a toothy grin and batted her lashes. The stud nodded and got to work. Minutes later, she served us our drinks. Rhea dragged both to herself. “You’re the adult, and I’m going berserk.” She drowned the first shot in a single gulp, scrunching her face in regret as she slapped on a side around her forehead.

And standing at the very center, his dark cape catching the bitter northern wind, was Silas. Even from this height, his aura was visible. a shimmering, oppressive wave of dominant power that forced the air out of the courtyard. Across the threshold of the open gate stood the Iron Claw messenger. He was a high ranking enforcer, a man I recognized all too well from Kaelen’s inner circle: Captain Vance. Vance was a brutal man, accustomed to throwing his weight around, but right now, standing before the Lycan Alpha, he looked painfully small. His posture was rigid, his shoulders tense, and his hands were clenched so tightly around the white flag of parley that his knuckles were white.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

“We’re not friends. I don’t owe you an explanation.” “No, but you owe me one,” I said, planting my hands on my hips. Maverick turned to me and swallowed. He parted his lips to blurt out an explanation, but the Daciana Devils climbed out of their seats. They headed straight for us. “Never mind this. Let’s get out of here,” I said. “Brave of you to show up alone, Captain Maverick,” Austin, the vice-captain of the devils, said. “Never come to a bar fight without a knife.”

Chapter 8 Carter shoots the man who attacked Mayor Jill and instructs two of his comrades to bring Mayor Jill to the nearest hospital to be treated and inform Cliff of this incident. Carter and his other comrades were very skilled, they've beaten up every single attacker. They have saved Mr. Grey and everyone from the charity event as well. After the mission, he rushed to the hospital only to find out that Mayor Jill didn't make it. It was very hard for him to see Mayor Jill like this. For him, Cliff was one of his good friends, and losing a father would be devastated for him and his sister especially, knowing that their other died when they were still young.

Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- I slammed another shadow tendril into the last thug’s chest, pinning him hard against the rooftop vent like a fucking bug. The idiot gasped as his gun clattered uselessly to the gravel. The rain dripped down my violet bodysuit but I paid it no mind “Target neutralized,” I snarled into my earpiece. “Four down. You happy now, team?” “Nyx, wait for backup,” came Captain Helix’s voice echoed “We’ve got Echo and Steel en route. Don’t escalate..”