Captain Cold Real Name Novels & Stories

"We found something. In the records Sal kept. Something you need to see." Alex's hand tightened on the phone. "What is it?" "A name. The man who's been helping Matteo. The one who's been in the shadows since the beginning." Cole paused. "It's someone you know." Alex's heart was pounding. "Who?" Cole was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was low, careful. "Your old captain. The one who was supposed to be in prison. He didn't disappear. He's been working with Matteo this whole time. Planning. Waiting."

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. “Just spill, Coach. I promise I won't tell a soul.” “Carter Group. Ethan Carter—your brother.”

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

I muttered. “Grandpa..” he said. “Alpha Carter Gray—the man who led the Cold War himself. Grandpa can give us more info.” I blinked at him and so did Noah. Logan was right, it never occurred to us that nobody lived the Cold War as closely as my grandfather. Granted old age and past enemies have kind of messed with his head but still, maybe he might have something that could help us. At this point, every shred of insight or help meant the world. “Oh fuck…why didn’t it occur to us before?” Noah exclaimed. “That’s a great idea! Maybe…”

“Coldridge.” Damien stood. “Damien Voss,” he replied. “Alpha, Coldridge Pack. Representing as territorial neighbor to the Varen Pack and as Alpha mate of a direct bloodline party in this proceeding.” He sat. Rhen stood briefly. Identified himself as Coldridge second. Sat. Then Elder Voss looked at me. “The Council notes a human party present with the Coldridge delegation,” he said. Kindly enough. With the absolute impartiality of an observer instead of an Evaluator. “Please state your name and your standing.”

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

She smiled stupidly then she stopped and realized what Damien had said "Hold up! He's a CEO?!" "Yup! Billionaire CEO of Stuart Tech , Rich, handsome, the cousin of our boss, Mr Smith and possibly the next in line for the chairmanship of Stuart group of companies. How exciting is that?" "How do you know so much about him?" "Well, My lady, I do get around." He said with a fake Southern American accent, taking off an imaginary fedora and bowing to her. Shira rolled her eyes. He was done cleaning and went to get his jacket.

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

Including the one of Bruce and Helen's kidnap. One and the same person "Who the fuck is he?!?" I yelled at him. "Black Cold. That's his title. I don't know his real name but he calls himself the black cold" "Black Cold?" I repeated that I had never heard of that name before. Not in New York, California, or even the U.K "Please, spare me. I have a wife and three kids" "Rapheal, you should have thought of that before you double-crossed me. I am not a man of mercy, you should know that"

“ I haven't forgotten, Charlotte, you've earned it. I'll speak to the new CEO when he arrives. Don't worry too much.” She nodded, trying to smile back. But something in his voice sounded off, like really off and she couldn’t help but shake the feeling that it was about her. A week later, he arrived. Nathan Bryant. The name had been whispered around the office so many times, you’d think he was a god. But in a sense, he kind of was. A man known for rebuilding broken companies and breaking anyone who stood in his way. He didn’t have a bad image, but it wasn't exactly good either.