Captain From Castile Novel Novels & Stories

I enjoyed being here. “The real Castillos?” I questioned as Mario pulled out a big map and threw it on the table. “Yes, so listen very well.” Just as expected, that old man showed me a map of where they keep all their products and gave me the names of all their men and business partners. Apparently, Mario trusted me so much that he didn’t know he was serving me his downfall. All he could see was Carmela’s lost son. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

"Tell me." Her throat rose and fell, but she tilted up her chin. "Dominic Castellano." I smiled. "Good girl." The quiet sat between us. I could hear the way her breathing hitch, just slightly. Fear—she was fighting to keep it back, but I could taste it in the air. "Now tell me." I tilted my head. "How does a captain end up in the middle of a private cargo heading for individuals who shouldn't even be entered on your little policeman records?"

Her heartbeat didn’t change, but I often question if she’s got a mechanical heart that beats for her. I nodded towards Cassius, sitting down in my seat, “Forgive me for being apprehensive, Cassius.” “Of course, Lillit....Lilliana,” Cassius smiled another sinister smile. His voice was smooth, and deep. I couldn’t make out an accent, but he definitely wasn’t from Nymeria. His green eyes traveled to Elliot as his smile broadened, “You must be Elliot Lakin, prince of Valtarin.” The way he spoke gave me the impression that he wasn’t fond of the Lakin’s, but I suppose our family wasn’t either. But what did my mother’s family have against them?

"Barely." I moved closer, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. I didn't touch him, afraid of causing him more pain, but my eyes were frantic, studying every inch of him. "I thought…" "I know," he interrupted, his voice low. "It was close, Too close." I exhaled a shaky breath. "What happened Antonio Where did you go?" Antonio leaned his head back against the wall and began to explain, he told me about the captain he’d followed through the city, about the things he discovered.

he lunged forward, his boots skidding on the gravel, but the dock workers caught him with practiced, effortless strength “Emile!” They did not strike him; they simple absorbed his momentum, their grip firm and unyielding. Escuro watched from behind the slats, his jaw tight. The captain was different from others. He was not cowering. He was not begging. He was fighting with a desperate, focused fury that made the dock worker’s blank stares seem even more unnerving. “I will burn this place to the ground!” the man roared, his face flushed crimson. “I will bring every ship in the harbour and raze these ruins!” Estrela walked to the entrance of the ruins, her movements fluid and calm despite the

He was watching the next group line up, his arms crossed over his chest. "Captain," I said, my voice neutral. "Can I ask you about the last shift against the Sentinels?" He turned his head slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly, surprised by my directness. "What about it?" "The play where you pinned me," I said, keeping my voice low, for his ears only. "I've been running it through my head. You read Ivanov's angle before I even saw him. You were already moving to intercept. It was... impressive."

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

"Yes, what is it? " "I failed you, her majesty. The captain sent by the East has escaped. We can't locate him no more but he stopped at the Capital and lost track of him, that kid is very tricky." He announced, he was referring to Cortez who escaped thanks to Ramirez's sacrifice, unfortunately, Ramirez died fighting this man with only his sword and his intelligence as a swordsman. Esmia looked paler than usual, not only that she lost her niece (her soon-to-be princess) but also lost the biggest person that came from the East. The gloom before immediately turns into a more gloomy sensation.

I open to the first page, and the handwriting makes my heart stop. It's mine. My handwriting. My words. January 15th. I married Damien Cross yesterday on New Year's Eve. Everyone says I'm the luckiest woman in the world. So why do I feel like I just made the worst mistake of my life? I sink to the floor, the journal clutched in my hands, and start reading. The early entries are conflicted, showing a woman who loved a man but feared him in equal measure. Ava, the woman I was, wrote about Damien's charm and his coldness, his generosity and his control. She wrote about feeling trapped even in the early days of their marriage, about wondering if the man she fell in love with ever really existed.

I answered and walked away not giving her the chance to say more. “What a poor little rat.” She muttered as she stomped away. I got to my room and lay on my bed as the evening's event occupied my mind. Don Antonio was terrible. If cruel isn't the word to use then there must be something more. I know for sure that he is a devil in disguise, a ruthless demon, a monster. He's handsome too. My mind added and I groaned. I still couldn't believe he placed his lips on mine even if it was for a split second.