Captain Peralta Novels & Stories

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

Otherwise, she would definitely be surrounded by crazy fans. "Sorry for making you wait so long, Master Perth." Mia Kyle apologized but didn't sound remorseful. She sat opposite Master Perth, "Get me a cup of latte without sugar." "Not sure if it's fate, but I just ordered a cup of latte for you." Master Perth stared at Mia Kyle and said with a cheeky smile. He was completely different from the man that night. "Do you really believe in fate?" "Why not?" "It's an honor!" "Polaris, you always surprise me, you really are different from other women." Master Perth held his chin with his hand and stared at Mia Kyle with affection.

Diego: “You could have been badly hurt, Diego. How could you go to them when you know that they are not allies? They could have killed…” “The Alpha and Beta are Lea’s great uncle and grandfather.” I said, stopping mom. Renata, who was sitting on the couch, looking as proud as she was, straightened just as both Lea and Giovanni entered the living room.

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

"I will work the radios the moment we land. Maybe the Radio Free Earth has something" Marco glanced at the copilot. Her head lolled to one side, and she snored softly. "Are you going to wake her up?" Pedro shook his head. "No, not unless I need her". Marco shook his head in wonder. Civilians. Who could understand them? * * * Captain Curtis Cuba hated the militia uniform he'd been ordered to wear, didn't like night duty, and wasn't very fond of Africa. That being the case, he prowled the area like a caged beast and found fault with nearly everything he saw.

“Catalina majored in art. I can’t remember the whole name, but Valentina told me that she’s on the board at some art museum in Kansas City. She has done some good things through there. Including scholarships.” I inhaled. “Shit. I didn’t know any of that.” “But you live near her, don’t you?” “Yes, but my dad doesn’t have a positive opinion of…” I hesitated, wondering if the men in the front seat were listening. “The cartel,” Liliana offered. “Yes.” I lowered my voice. “And honestly, of the capo.” Liliana’s eyes opened wide. “He’s the capo,” she said, aghast. “Your opinion isn’t a choice. Just like an opinion of el Patrόn.”

He touches the screen quickly and the announcer begins to speak and move down the line. "Captain Terrax will be fighting a Latroot...Commander Saz will be fighting a Mangog...Commander Fornis will be fighting a Bunte...Captian Het will be fighting a Zobilo...Captain Cailan will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer says so quickly I stop breathing so I can hear him properly.

He was taken aback as he heard a silent scream that seemed to echo in his head. "Do you like what you see?" Jon was startled by a voice coming from his side. He looked at the source of the voice and found Captain Salazar standing beside him. Seeing the captain's profile, Jon noticed the tall nose and lips that ended in an upward curl. The captain's face was dark and the eyes that peered below his prominent brow ridge were intense. The hair around his temples were white and wrinkles had already started to make deeper grooves around his eyes. Despite his straight posture and energetic movements, Jon could tell that the captain was advanced in years. "I have always liked looking at these rocks,

A young man poked a tall man who was facing away and, when he turned around, he looked at me for a while, before pointing to a single vacant chair in the middle of everyone. — Mrs. Salvatore, sit down. — I do that and he still looks at me. — I'm Rafaelle, captain of the group responsible for hunting the boss. — Also the one who wants to give up on saving his Capo. — I say without control of my own mouth. But I don't apologize.

The beta pushes Serene out of the kitchen and towards the back door. "B-but I don’t—" "Stop talking and just go! You’ve been so late helping in the kitchen, so don’t complain why I am assigning you to this task." With that, Serene shut her mouth and just thought that she could do it. Besides, she knew where the market was because she’d been there before when she first entered their territory and before becoming a captive to the Perilous.