Captain Peralta Novels & Stories

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

I put down my things first and then took her a drink and then handed it to her. "Are you sure of drinking water from a water dispenser? What if you'll get sick later and your grandson will put more pressure on us, Madame Briella?" I looked up at the not-so-old man who seemed to be the leader of this community. "I have already drunk sea water, Captain Leon Perillo," Grandma answered to him indirectly. Suddenly, the reaction of the Captain's face turned serious, and then he looked sharply at the old woman. "What are you doing here? Why are you here?"

The bodyguard opened the door to the clubhouse for her. It was still idle. There were no other customers other than some staff. The server walked forward. “I’m sorry, ma’am. We’re not open today.” Cameron played with her hair sultrily which stunned the server. “I’m not here as a customer. I’m here to see the owner. Please inform him.” Someone went to inform him and Mr. Peralta, who was worrying about his confiscated crates of liquor, became alert when he heard that someone was looking for him. “Who is it?”

Nickname: Padrino Age: 39 yrs. ISADORA BLANCO *Brunette hair, hazel eyes, 5’10. Nickname: Isa or angel Age: 21 yrs. EDGARDO PERALTA *Black hair, hazel eyes, 6’3. Nickname: Ed Age: 35 yrs. PENELOPE BENEDETTI *Isa’s housekeeper friend; Blonde hair, blue eyes, 5’6. Nickname: Pen, little girl, or tesoro

Carl told me a lot about you; we were classmates during university in Kalmar; we were friends. He told Annika about his college exploits with Carl and how choosy Carl was with ladies. Annika was just enjoying every tale the new captain was giving. The new captain comes off as nicer and more approachable than Captain Magnus. The new Captain then starts to talk about some things he knows about the Philippines, such a little bit of history and some terms in Filipino, which Annika thinks he picked up through working with so many Filipinos. She then reasoned that perhaps this captain was wed to a Filipina, so she enquired of him, "Captain Jansen, are you wed to a Filipina?"

Ropes were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles. Guerrero turned away from her and walked toward the palace rooftop. The chants rose again. “Vikings we stand.” “Vikings we rule.” Guerrero raised his hand. Silence fell. “People of Palermo,” he began, his voice carrying far. “I am Guerrero Valanti. Leader of the Vikings. I have returned to lead… and to rule.” The crowd erupted in cheers. “When I first met Lucia,” he continued, “she was charming. The kind of woman a Viking could fall for. We were ….. You know…..that night. A voice echoed taking advantage of The Silence you fucked Lucia…

he admitted quietly. He looked at my drawing. “Honestly, you already look like this guy.” Bella agreed. I didn’t know what to do with that. When Mr. McCoy reached our table, he paused at mine. “Good work, Villarreal,” he said. “Probably the best in the class.” When he walked away, everyone stared. “Who’s Villarreal?” Mason asked. “It’s his last name, idiot.” Jason said. For once, they got something right. I look at my drawing and as I stare at it, I think to myself that maybe I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

“The Glory of the United States Police Force! Captain Victor! Explore the Path of the Legendary Captain’s Growth!” “Los Angeles’ Number One Captain! Multiple Unsolved Cases That Have Been Unsolved for Decades!” “California Hero, Captain Victor, the Gut-Wrenching Arresting Officer! He Was Once Personally Awarded the Medal of Courage by the Governor!” “Exclusive News! The Gut-Wrenching Criminals Are Backed up by a Mexican Drug Lord!” “All Five of the Gut-Wrenching Officers Have Been Arrested. The Petition for the Death Inquisitor To Come to Los Angeles Has Been Declared a Failure!”