Captain Alvida Novels & Stories

"Guillermo, Channing, are you even men? Come on! Don't leave Mary to fight alone!" Technically, Mary wasn't entirely alone. She still had four squad captains with her. Only Team Alpha's captain, Tori, hadn't returned. Team Bravo's captain, Genevieve, Team Charlie's captain, Mandy, Team Delta's captain, Lucinda Lancaster, and Team Echo's captain, Raine Chester all survived.

He always noticed. “This isn’t a coincidence,” he said. “They want us alive.” “For now,” she answered. The radio crackled suddenly, slicing through the storm’s roar. “This is Valemont Executive Vessel Seven,” the captain called out. “Identify yourself.” Static. Then—calm, distorted, unmistakably human. “Maintain your course.” Elara’s breath slowed. “They’re not asking.” “No,” Adrian said. “They’re directing.” The voice came again, closer now. “Reduce speed. Do not attempt deviation.”

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

“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.

Not even her—the innocent woman I took to break them all. Adalina: The devilishly handsome stranger I gave myself to turns out to be a nightmarish captor. But survival means playing his twisted game. He’s my captor, yet in this volatile dance between life and death, the lines are blurring. Nicholai: I thought she'd be easy leverage—a simple pawn in my relentless quest for vengeance. But Adalina’s resilience unsettles me, and for the first time, I grapple with the deadly stakes of my choices. She has something that even my cold heart can't ignore—something worth breaking for.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The rest of my lunch outing with Alvida was very eventful; I thoroughly enjoyed my time with my mother-in-law which was filled with gisting, eating, and laughing. Unlike Alfredo, who looked and acted like a strick disciplinarian, Alvida looked like a sweetheart and very much acted like one. Her personality was both cheerful and down-to-earth, and she had such an aura that told people there would never be a dull moment while with her; this made it sometimes hard to believe that she was the mistress of the Valentino empire.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

His voice was filled with a profound sadness, the words of a man who had lost touch with what was real and what was imagined. Ava, her heart aching at the sound of his voice, realized the depth of his confusion and despair. Esmerelda, standing nearby, watched the scene unfold with a somber expression. "He doesn’t think you’re real," she explained softly to Ava. "He’s been talking to both of you for days. He's lost touch with reality." When Ava slowly removed the blindfold, revealing Carver's swollen, bloodshot eyes, he seemed to struggle with understanding. "Ava?" he whispered, his voice filled with uncertainty and hope.

-crossed her face. "You don't want to do this," she whispered. "Yeah," Adrian said. "I really do." He turned away from her, back to the pack. "From this point on, I will not be associated with Alice or anyone who has helped her deceive me and this pack. That's all." And just like that, he walked out, leaving Alice standing there, eyes burning holes into his back. The first crack had formed. "Captain, you're being considered for command of the Shadow Division."

He was the captain, the golden boy, the guy who had everything under control, but right now, looking at him, I realized he was barely holding himself together by a single, fraying thread. "You're a brat, Vane," he finally ground out, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. "A reckless, mouthy little brat who doesn't know when to shut up." "Then make me," I challenged, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. That was all it took. The last of his restraint snapped, and before I could even draw in a breath, his hands were on me.