Romans & histoires Captain Love

“Do it.” I froze. “What are you saying?” “Hit me,” he growled. His eyes locked on mine, steady and sure. “If you cannot fight him any other way, then burn me. I will take it. I will not run from you.” Magnus laughed, a low sound full of victory. “Even he admits it. You are mine now. You see, flame, love cannot save you. Only fire can.” The reflection inside me hissed in joy. Yes. Strike him. Offer him as the first sacrifice.

She said as she walked over to Gavin and stood right in front of him. Nina tried to stop her tears and gave Gavin the smile she had previously given, the most sincere smile she had ever shown. "Now I'm not a 10 year old girl who doesn't understand where fate will take her. I've grown up and it's all thanks to you, Captain. You made me believe that I have a chance to be truly accepted and loved. Now, what you said back then has been proven. In the same country where we met, I met a man who treated me so well, the same way you treated me before. Captain, you are the love of my life. But now, I have found true love. Yes, true love will accompany my every step."

Others remained loyal. "Enough!" Jack roared. Little Thumb, Black Baldy, the cook, and one other crewman stepped forward. "We’re with you, Captain," said Little Thumb. "Whatever your decision is." Jack looked at his most loyal men and faced the ghost. "I’m taking my woman." The specter smiled. "You sailed the seas for months… only to choose the woman in the end." "I love her." Part of the crew began to protest. Jack raised his voice, cold as steel:

With one last glance at the burial spot, I leave. ____________ Senior Capo has a past lover, but why is her identity hidden from everyone? Vote and Comment my loves... ♥️♥️

What were these guys doing here? The voice came instantly. “What a surprise. To think we'd meet the thief.” Vanessa said, “She's even drinking away our money.” I ignored her words, and my eyes zeroed in on Joe's arm around her waist. It hadn't been up to a day, and they were already in each other's faces. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I looked away. “Captain, you shouldn't be around someone like her. And that's why I dumped her.” Joe's voice came and I felt so small.

“Of course, it is quite unnerving, but what do you expect love? you have made a billionaire fall hopelessly in love with you...” Ashley smoothed her hair. “I know people in love when I see them. My name is Kamala" She extended a hand out to her. Ashley took it. Kamala smiled encouragingly at her. “If your feelings are true for each other like I think then you have to fight for it because there will be opposition. I knew Angela and unlike the others, I could see through that woman’s bullshit. She didn’t love him, at least not like you do. Not like he loves you”

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

When Revenge was finished administering the antidote he had concocted, he looked up at the captain and said, "Take some rest, it will be several hours before she wakes and longer than that before she is fully conscious." "I could not rest. I am to blame for this and will watch over her until she is fully recovered," he replied guiltily. Revenge eyed him closely. Ian had said the captain loved Sylvia and that he would not admit to it. "Tell me what happened," he coaxed. He could find the information he needed in the captain’s tones and body language.

“I am deeply sorry for your loss, captain.” The captain remained silent for a few seconds before he sniffled. I turned to him, only to find that he prevented his tears from completely falling. “Captain?” I reached out my hand as I held onto his shoulder. “You don’t have to apologise, Your Highness,” the captain said as he wiped his nose. He continued, “I know that my men died to protect people; people that are important to you. As bad as this may sound… but I am proud of them.”

“You were pretty good at making me believe the hate.” “I had to be.” His voice dropped. “If I let myself admit how much I needed you on this team—how much I needed you—then I’d have to admit I was failing as captain. Because captains don’t lose control. They don’t lie awake thinking about the girl next door. They don’t want to pin her against every wall in the house and kiss her until she forgets every hit she’s ever taken.”