Captain Cold Real Name Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 A silver envelope sat on the dark wood of Ryan Carter’s kitchen island. It looked harmless, but it had the power to stop the highest-scoring forward in the National Hockey League in his tracks. Ryan stared down at the elegant silver script across the front. He knew that handwriting instantly, and he certainly knew the name printed right above the return address: Matt "The Monster" Garrity.

“Big day. You’re meeting Marcus, senior manager of… well, everything. Don’t let him intimidate you. He’s a sweetheart if you don’t take his sarcasm personally.” Sweetheart and sarcasm don’t exactly go together, but whatever. I took a sip of the coffee perfect temperature, perfect sweetness and decided she might actually be my guardian angel. “And Mr. Kane,” she added, lowering her voice like we were in the middle of a spy movie. “Legal advisor. He’s quiet but not shy. You’ll see.” The way she said “you’ll see” made me nervous.

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

he said with resignation. “Did you try again?” Cole asked automatically. Ever since he had come into the bank some years back in his uniform, Jordan had thought it fitting to let him know he was interested in joining the army but as a result of some health issue, his application was always rejected. But then he had told Cole he intend to keep trying, using the character played by Chris Evans, the American actor in Captain America as a source of inspiration. Cole had thought then to remind him that the character he was speaking of — Steve Rogers, was fictitious but then he thought better of it. Fuck it. As long as he was inspired it’s all good. “Yes, I did. Same ol’.” Jordan said.

“Mr. Miller, there’s someone downstairs. Says it’s urgent. He wouldn’t give a name.” “Did you get a look at him?” She nodded, pale. “yeah, he is tall, bald with tattoo on his neck” My blood turned to ice. No. He wouldn’t… I was already moving. Down the stairs, through the private exit, past the polished glass walls that now felt like a trap. I burst into the back hallway and found him leaning casually against the wall like he owned the building. Christopher Hale.

Sawyer was speechless and said, "What identity can I make up for you? All the people around me are elites. They can fight eight people at a time. Can you do that?" Beau thought for a moment and said, "I have an identity on the Dark Web, Cold." "Are you the most famous hacker in the world, Cold?" Sawyer suddenly raised his voice and couldn't hide the shock in his tone. He had also heard a lot about Cold. It was said that the famous big shot was almost recruited by the government. Later, some conditions were discussed, and the government had confidential all the information about Cold. Others did not know the real identity of Cold.

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

Cattleya’s POV ONE WEEK LATER, I dropped the hot coffee, sending it splattering across the floor. Then, my heart pounded as I listened to the news report. "Breaking News: The notorious drug lord, false identity as a good detective turned out to be the son of Don Marco Gambino. The police already have him in jail, and it's true that the authorities got all the evidence that Nikolai Gambino, also known as Nikolai Stone, working as a detective, is the man who killed Ariella Sullivan and kidnapped her twin sister, Cattleya Sullivan..."