روايات وقصص ضمن Captain Okona

I stayed at the edge of the room eyes never leaving them. A teammate spotted me and wandered over. It was one of the younger guys. "Hey Volkov you showed up. Looking sharp man. Where is your date?" he asked with a grin. "No date," I said keeping my voice flat. "Came alone. You seen the captain?" He laughed and pointed toward the dance floor. "Yeah he is right there with Clara. They look good together right? Media loves that shit. Perfect couple for the photos." "Good together?" I repeated. My tone came out sharper than I meant. "You think so?"

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

A few stayed loyal to Helen, eyes blank and mouths shut. But two of them opened up to me. Both of them were young - Reo and Mara. Reo trembled when I cornered him behind the barracks. “She promised us protection,” he whispered. “She said the girl would be fine, just... kept away.” “Clarissa,” I corrected, my tone ice. “Her name is Clarissa.” He nodded, face pale. “She said... she said Clarissa was the real danger to the pack. That you were under a spell, and she was saving you.”

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

“Jace.” The name hit wrongly, bouncing off the walls in the wrong angles. “Who the hell is Jace?” Rowan demanded. “Yeah,” I said, my stomach already twisting from the thought of it. “Who’s Jace?” Now we were here, all three of us staring at her like she was about to rewrite the entire narrative of our lives. Noah gave us an answer before she could. “He’s the captain of the basketball team.” Rowan and I exchanged a glances for a brief second. Captain? I don't think I know the guy.

I gave Charlie my contact’s information for Iceland and he set to work on getting his people positioned and getting a boat large enough to get the first round of people out of Scotland. Ben and his newly found mate were doing ok. She was still very cautious around everybody. She had been raised and used by the rogues, so she was fighting major trust issues now. She couldn’t believe that she was going from a rogue to Luna status. I told Ben to focus on her and if we needed him, we would call for him.

said the captain, with all the courage he could muster, “then, you are definitely on the wrong ship. I advise you stay off the hook, or else, by God, I swear to have you all over the water.” The Gypsies were ruffled by this statement, and several of them drew their weapons, which rather infuriated the Captain Rustenburg even more. However, the leader of the gypsies stopped his men from drawing their weapons, and taking off his disguise, the Captain could not help but fall at the feet of the newcomer, one whom he had never expected, the Rajah of India!

Does chastity matter when your life spans centuries? Our carriage rumbles to a stop and I see a small inn nestled in the trees. The door opens with Captain Keegan’s hand outstretched for the Luna. “Luna Osiris.” He says with an extended hand. “Thank you, Captain.” She replies as she steps out. His gloved hand only briefly touches her as she exits. A pillar of social norms, he vigorously follows the rules of good society. Rigid and unwavering in his adherence to his role. I find myself watching him perform his duties like Satan wishing for him to fall from grace. The temptress, wanting to be what he ruins it all for.