Captain Danger Novels & Stories

Adrian repeats softly. “Yes.” “You want me to erase him again.” “I want you to stop making him visible enough to endanger what matters.” Adrian’s control fractures. “He matters.” The words are out before caution can stop them. For one second, the office is silent. Michael’s face does not change at first. Then something hardens behind his eyes, something older than anger and colder than disappointment. “That,” he says, “is exactly what makes this dangerous.” Adrian breathes once, carefully. “I am not a child you can order away from someone unsuitable.”

I yelped, spun, and froze. The man was tall and broad, and black hair fell over his piercing storm-dark eyes. His voice was calm and precise, like a predator who’d been planning this for days. “Going somewhere?” A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. It was threatening. My suitcase slipped from my hand. “Who are you?” I demanded, though my voice trembled. He didn’t answer, but just took more steps closer. And I knew this was Danger.

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

"Respected Mr. Kim, finally, I meet you too. So, how was it? Are you tired of following me for 12 years? Hahaha! And it seems I have a secret admirer who intends to put me behind bars." "Hendra Dirgantara, I'm not a vengeful person or someone who enjoys hating other creations of God. But you should know, I'm not the kind of person who will tolerate disturbances. So, if I end up marking you as a target, it means you've crossed me, right? You haven't forgotten what you did!" Mr. Hendra remained silent, carefully weighing each word spoken by his interlocutor.

And his warning was just the echo of what I already knew. Captain was dangerous. Maybe not in the physical, criminal kind of way—but emotionally? Spiritually? In the kind of way where if you let him close, he could hurt you, and it would matter? Yeah. That kind of dangerous. And I was already in too deep.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

Fear darted through his eyes, but his posture stayed the same. He didn’t know I’d called the police. He didn’t know I’d given them the picture. Yet his face said he suspected I had. “Do you want to come with us?” Captain Jonathan asked him, calmly. Caleb bristled. “No. This is none of your business.” “Then stand aside.” He did not move. He looked at me and I saw… something hungry, something that had been waiting for a right to strike. I felt it then, clear as a bell. The danger had not passed. If anything, it had stepped out into the open.

Their path was blocked, the threat of it a sharp, terrifying thing that wrapped around their hearts and filled them with fear and disbelief. A rival captain stood before them, a familiar, hated figure that filled the space with danger and the weight of their shared history. His face was a study in scars and hatred, his eye milky and unseeing, but his intent as sharp and as deadly as the sword in his hand. Captain Drago sneered, the triumph in his eyes a living thing that filled the chamber with dread. "I knew you'd lead me to it eventually," he said, his voice a cutting note of irony and threat. "Thank you for doing all the hard work."

It put a different slant on the game. In imagining what it would be like to go to Mexico, he had always supposed the main danger would come in the form of bullets, but he was no longer so sure. On the ride down he hadn’t been worried, because he had a whole company around him. But once they started back, instead of having a whole company around him, he seemed to have no one. Pea was far across the valley, and the Captain was half a mile to the rear. If a bunch of hostile vaqueros sprang up, he might not even

He growled. A few heads nodded as he dared them with his eyes to do one more thing. He tightened his grip on the rail staring them down. "Sirens Gulley." He announced his voice cutting through the air like it was a blade. "Captain, don't you think it's a bit dangerous." One man spoke up, his voice sounded tiny in comparison to Gavins. "Aye the stories Captain." Another said. "Sirens." Another whispered. "Waters not right there "