Captain Flying Dutchman Novels & Stories

Suspicion rolled off him in waves. “You didn’t tell me you made new friends,” Asher said, finally glancing at me with a blank look. I folded my arms. “We just met. Like… fifteen minutes ago. And he seems nice,” I added pointedly. Mr captain smiled slightly at that and I threw him a smirk. Asher hummed. “That’s what they all look like in the first fifteen minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re dramatic.” Mr captain laughed softly, moisturising his lower lips with his tongue. “It’s fine. I get it.”

"And we are going to win." ​"The data is ready, Captain," I said, a soft, genuine smile finally breaking across my face as I leaned into his touch. "Let's go show them what happens when they try to lock us out."

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.

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

I picked one, and the blonde attendant half-filled my glass. “Please enjoy your flight,” she said before walking away with the other attendant. I looked at the men who had already taken their seats and sipped my champagne. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I anticipated what Luciano had in mind. I didn't think he'd go this far for a date. Just then, a middle-aged man walked up to me. He was smartly dressed in what I supposed was a pilot's uniform. “Good evening, ma'am, and welcome aboard. My name is Captain Jack, and joining me on the flight deck today is First Officer, Mr. MacArthur,” he said, gesturing to another man, younger though, who waved to me from the door of the cockpit.

The man turned, irritation flashing across his face until recognition replaced it. “Well I’ll be damned,” the captain muttered. “If it isn’t the street rat.” Sachin grinned. “Still breathing, I see.” The captain’s eyes shifted to Elaina and Drake. “And who are these?” “Friends,” Sachin replied evenly. “They need passage... a quiet passage.” The captain crossed his arms. “You know that requires quiet costs.” “I know,” Sachin said. “But you owe me.” The captain’s brows lifted. “Do I?”

he remarked. Their whispering irritated the pirates. Others warned them about the whine, but the one who spoke was the only one who understood and could speak English. "Don't dare to flee; we'll kill you before you do!" Said to be fluent in English. The two noticed that its teeth were made of gold. They silently stared at each other, saying nothing. Phantom stopped because it was pirate with an eye patch which dragged Savannah away. The man with the eye patch is their Captain, and he tried to touch and grab Savannah, which irritated Phantom.