Captain Alvida Novelas e Histórias

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

"We should meet her. What is her name?" "Keep this in mind. Call her Captain Afvshaganifs. If you mention it incorrectly in front of her, you'll die." What the... We've traveled a mile away from home with an airship and with our feet in the ocean. I hold on tight to his furs and during every step he makes on the water, an enchast appears where he could step on. "Captain Avvershaganifs is in the middle of the sea?" ["Captain Afvshaganifs! You're a dead preggy fish."]

Caleb bellowed, diving in right after, strong strokes cutting through the waves toward us. I sputtered, arms flailing, the current tugging because the ship was still moving slow but steady. Ava bobbed up nearby, panicking, arms thrashing. "Liv! help!" Caleb reached me first, grabbing my arm. "Liv, I got you… " But Ava that attention seeker had jumped with me and she was sinking, coughing, her pregnant belly making it hard, and I shoved him off underwater, bubbles exploding from my mouth as I pushed hard. "Go… her. save her!"

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

VICTOR I was convinced I had the shittiest fate. There was no wolf out there who was dealt a shittier hand than me. As if finding out my mate was a human wasn't bad enough, she was both a scientist and had a boyfriend. She was in a relationship with someone I assumed she loved, or she wouldn't have been with him. I had been through this once and wasn't about to go through it again. The last time, it was my fault. Sydney, the Alpha of Alphas, had her fated mate but I still chose to pursue her. That ended badly for me.

"Very well, Captain. Looking forward to talk to you later. Now I shall go and call the doctor." Meanwhile, Ava had a little talk with the captain. Although he was a stern guy by nature, he was friendly with her. The captain lived alone in this country after retiring from the army. He had no family left, he had never got married. He simply lived all by himself. Ava promised to visit him tomorrow and brought him a cup of broth and some food.

“From what me has read it seems that the human pregnancy is very similar, if not the exact same as the pregnancy of the Galdrians, which is very fortunate for us, for the Galdrians and of course for thee.” “I don’t know if I would have prefered to not be that much like some other alien species.” I mutter. At this Nim gives out a small giggle and I feel an instant like towards this creature. “Me understand that this situation is not ideal for thee and me has heard that thee have argued even with the Captain.” She giggles one more time. “There are not many that would dare to argue with Captain Lazarus, but me guess that is different when it comes to mates. Captain Lazarus is not only one of fo

he turned and paced the stage again, dragging his gaze across the hall. “Majority of you might know her physically, most of tuy wouldn't, but she's always under your nose.” “Just say it!” A voice sounded from the crowd and a few other people echoed it. Some had anger on their faces while others were just plain curious. Victor nodded and raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. The story,” he said clearly, “is about no other person than the sister to the current captain of the school's hockey team. Isla North.”

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

I murmur, "You're bossier than I thought you'd be." A smirk pinches at the edges of his mouth, suggesting that some of my urges may be getting out. "I'm the laid-back one," he declares. "Meet the others, please." "The pack dogs?" He gives a nod. "How do they seem?" Despite the fact that he doesn't appear, Wade is a financial genius. Do you recall the photo that was in my flat? I give a nod. As though I could ignore it. "He's the one with the fighter's appearance."