Captain America Civil War Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

With that Vihaan gently caressed Arfa's hand to comfort her and complained, "See! You scared my Arfa.” Captain was very happy. He thought, ( So, she is my Vihu's zombie girl. She looked so pale but still, I am so happy this boy finally found happiness.) He immediately opened the door without uttering a word in response. At that time leaving that place as early as possible was more important than their daily mocking and chatting.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter__10 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯🌯 🌯🌯 🌯 #SADIQ 🐎 🐎 🐎........ By dawn.. The army rode out to the small village out Nishkapur... I was of course ahead of them leading the charge... I wasn't happy about this... I wished there was a way we could settle this... Because War doesn't solve anything.. Those people won't have a chance against us.. And the worst part is they won't be left alone... Some of them will be killed, some would be captured and sold into slavery.. Some especially the women might be raped or taken away to become concubines...

My mind snaps back to the present, the outcome of the risk crashing down on me. I'm the Captain. I'm the Salvador Alpha. And I have the enemy omega pinned to my bed, drenched in my scent, while my best friends are inches away. I look down at Everett. He's staring at the door, paralyzed, his eyes wide with a terror so pure it almost makes me come right then and there. The handle rattles.

Then he lay down on his side, facing away. That was when I felt the dread fully bloom in my chest. I unfolded the paper carefully. The handwriting was firm, deliberate. Resigned. ******* It read “Alpha Damon, If you are reading this, then I have already made my choice. The civil war has grown beyond control. Brothers turn on brothers. Blood stains the land that once fed our children. I see no path where I survive this without becoming something I do not recognize. I will not give my enemies the satisfaction of dragging me through the mud of defeat. I will not allow them to parade my corpse as a symbol of their victory.

She whispered, “The baby’s okay, right? They told me I’m pregnant but I swear I don’t remember fighting you, Rowan. I wouldn’t do that. I love you. Why would I stop you from leaving if you needed to go somewhere?” I squeezed her hand tighter than I meant to and snapped, “Yeah, well you did. And now here we are with you paralyzed from the waist down and me canceling every flight I booked because I can’t just walk out on the mother of my kid, even if that kid came from a bunch of drunk nights and fake engagement bullshit for the team’s PR.”

“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.

The Captain has a wife and worst, it was their opponent! The four beings, Aracelli, Alexis, Aerith, and Hyun Ah looked at each other and then back at Blanche. Phoenix, Blanche understood that this being wanted to start a war, the being wanted an act of revenge; to avenge. “I’m tired, I need to rest. Perhaps, we all need to.” The Captain said as she leave the spot. “Blanche!” called Aerith. “Let her be, Aerith. Let Blanche think about this,” Alexis said, looking at the Captain’s retreating back.

Like a brother. I stared at the screen. The remote slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the floor. "No," I whispered. "No. He said... he said he would kill him." Stark wouldn't look at me. "It seems... the Captain has chosen the winning side, Your Majesty." "It's a lie," I screamed. "He's playing him!" "Is he?" Stark asked softly. "Or did he look at a cripple and a losing hand and decide to save his own skin?"

Losing the captainship band pulled out the demon that resided in him. I didn't only hate the fact that he walked in on us; I hated the fact that he had been a cock blocker. His eyes had done that slow crawl over Isla that made something ugly coil in my chest. I wanted to lurch for him and tear out his throat, but that would've only confirmed his suspicions. When I lit myself in front of Ava and stepped closer to him, he knew it was a warning, and he was smart not to push. His smile told me everything. He had always wanted to get back at Asher, and this time he had leverage. Isla was suddenly standing in the middle of a war she didn't even know existed.