Captain Cold Real Name Novels & Stories

The captain's eyes narrowed. "I know you, Evo Xylon Anderson." He fell silent. Right! How could he not be recognized? He is a model of a popular men's magazine and the clothes, perfumes, and accessories he endorses are owned by the company he also owns. "Damn it!" he whispered. "Miss Lichauco needs to know this." The captain took his mobile phone from his pocket. His fingers quickly typed the woman's number. "Wait a minute! Don't report me! What do I have to do to convince you?"

He turned slowly, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey. It was him. The stranger from the hotel room. The man who had been beside her, naked, undeniably gorgeous, a memory that still sent a flush of mortification through her. Only now, in the harsh light of reality, he was more than just a handsome face. He was Colden Frost. Her mind supplied the details instantly, pulled from fragmented news reports and overheard conversations. Colden Frost. Billionaire. CEO of Frost Enterprises, an empire so vast it felt mythical. Famously emotionless.

They would save me for sure. “None of these men knows my name!” he told me coldly. “There are four of them but they call me captain and nothing more. Please, stop talking about my name or I’ll be forced to deal with you harshly.” Then I remembered. The most core value of their organisation was secrecy and I could make him do something he would regret if he got angry. “Oh dear!” I exclaimed. “Your captain’s name used to be Daniel Locke but he bears John Locke right now. He is an adult movie star. Go to p**n hub and search for his name. He is not too popular but he has met some…”

Right before the silhouette could regain his balance and prepare for another round of attack, Andrius said leisurely, “Are you done fooling around, Noir? Or are you itching for a beating?” Andrius went over to the dark shadow and peered down at him from a condescending angle. Under the soft moonlight, the dark silhouette was revealed to be a brown-skinned man with a slender physique. The man scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled. “Wolf King!” The man’s codename was Black Wolf, also nicknamed Noir. He was the captain of the Shadow Wolves, the personal guards to the Wolf King. Andrius glanced at Noir. “What are you doing here?”

When he answered his phone and heard this news, this old man who had gone through countless major events and had lived through so many worldly experiences was speechless. A peak God Ranker in a mask broke into the Mosley residence alone and wreaked such huge havoc. According to the intelligence, this masked man was Captain Silver Face of the Dark Cape Red Flame Mercenaries. Who was Silver Face? Wasn’t he David?

The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”

Maybe it was just the heightened paranoia that came with standing in front of a crowd, especially a crowd full of dangerous people. Finally, Roger took his leave, and Alexander gestured to a few people nearby. “That’s Detective Johnson. He’s a useful ally when we need certain… matters kept quiet.” He nodded toward a young man across the room, dressed in a suit that seemed a bit too crisp. “And that’s Luca, our tech expert. Built an empire hacking for the government. Now, he works for me.” As he pointed out more associates, I tried to keep up, but everything started to blur together. The intricate world Alexander navigated with ease felt surreal to me.

Another practically threw her bra onto the rink causing me to roll my eyes. But then, I caught myself staring. Not at the players but at him; Ledger Rivers, captain of the hockey team and the campus playboy. The guy with a unique style that probably had a signature trademark. Last night, he had whispered his address in my ear like it was an invitation to ruin and I accepted, thinking it would be a one night detour from heartbreak. But now, watching him on the ice, something shifted in me. He moved like he belonged there, like every muscle in his body was tuned for this moment.

I replied, remembering what had happened in there. I wanted to ask Killian what he had done to make a man in like that to beg, but I decided against it. “If you think he needs to beg more, let me know,” Killian said coldly and I nodded my head. I caught the driver's eye from the rearview mirror but he said nothing to me. It felt like there was more to Killian than he let out, he seemed to be more than just the broke blind son of the Lexington's but no one knew about it.

Jaxon corrected, flashing a smile at Keith. “Your life is not going to end with the bratva son. Get a life outside it” Kieth advised. Jaxon had been working with the bratva since he was 20 and held a very high position there. He helped them cover up all their affairs in New York. He was what they called Sovietnik, the adviser of the brotherhood. Something no one knew about, except Kieth, Damon, and Jaxon's men. “I can take care of myself, Grandfather. You wanted me to get married. I've done that. Keep my dealings with the bratva out of this'' Jaxon stated.