Captain Cold Flash Novels & Stories

“In that case, I'm leaving.” Carmela announces. “My balance Sandra.” All this while, Jasper and his detective friends have been all silent. One of them barricades her way handing her a bunch of dollars. His name is Torres. “Your phone young lady.” He says firmly. She doesn't resist. She fishes it out and hands it over to him. Smiling to herself, she turns to her heels and hops into a waiting cab. “Flash this one too...” He says, handing it over to me.

"You are emotionally involved with the asset." "The 'asset' has a name, Sterling," I said, my eyes locking onto his with an absolute, unyielding intensity. "His name is Rhys Keller. He is the captain of the Seattle Kraken. And the only bias in this room is the corporate greed that led your client to falsify a player's medical records to devalue his contract."

Lightning flashed across the black sky, illuminating the massive figure waiting for me. Captain Kai stood with his captain’s jacket open, white shirt plastered to his broad, tattooed chest from the rain. Water streamed down his face and neck. His eyes burned even in the darkness. “You’re late, brat,” he growled, grabbing my wrist and yanking me against him. “It’s three-oh-two,” I shot back, already breathless as cold rain soaked through the thin silk. “And this storm is insane. Couldn’t you have picked a calmer night to…”

Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries, was a god-like existence in Dark Cape. He not only overthrew the brutal rule of Tyrant, the captain of Bloodthirsty Mercenaries, but he also exempted Dark Cape of all taxes. Almost all crimes had been eradicated from Dark Cape now. Everyone here felt that their life here was like heaven, so they respected David a lot. “Are you in charge here?” David asked. “Yes, Captain,” the manager replied humbly. “They’re still here, right?” “Yes, they’ve been in the room this entire time. I've been watching the door on the monitor, and they definitely didn't come out.”

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.

The sonogram attached to the thread was the killing blow. "She’s pregnant," I whispered. "The timeline... it matches his trip to London for the European Screen Awards. While I was here handling the pack’s logistics and keeping Doña Carmen happy, he was starting a legacy with her." Mason stared at the screen, his jaw tightening. "That bastard. He’s the captain of the Ice Kings, the face of the North, and he’s out here pulling this? Elena, if this gets out, the pack hierarchy will crumble. The scandal alone—"

The cold immediately seeped through my thin gloves. I managed ten before my hands slipped and I slammed chest-first onto the ice. The impact knocked the wind out of me, and I lay there for a second, the cold seeping into my bones. I could hear the muffled sounds of the team trying not to laugh. A shadow fell over me. Jax stood above me, looking down. "Get up." I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my pride stinging more than my chest. "Having fun, Captain? Is this your idea of team-building?"

The heavy betrayal from Lucas, the picture from the cafeteria, and Ann’s damning words vanished into thin air. The only reality left was the charged atmosphere between us. And Richard Rashford staring down at me with an intense, dark hunger in his amber tinted eyes. The thick sexual energy that had hummed between us in the gym came rushing back ten times stronger. And I don’t think I can resist it this time around.

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."