Captain Peralta Novels & Stories

His immense strength caused the gates to rattle violently, cracks appearing with each strike. "Who dares act so brazenly?" The captain of the Avila family guards stormed out with his team, his expression dark. "Who are you? Don't you know this is the Avila estate? You must have a death wish!" "And who do you think you are to speak to me like that? Scram!" With a single slap, Charlie sent the captain flying. The man was knocked unconscious on the spot. The other guards were stunned. That captain was a seasoned Verdura champion, highly skilled and handsomely paid by the Avila family. Yet, he was knocked out cold with a single blow.

He was an epitome of masculinity and beauty, his height a replica of a giant, his body well-toned in the suit he wore. He waited for Marley to sit down before doing the same. “It's so nice to see you, Neils.” “Same here. How was your trip?” “Profitable. I was able to apprehend Boxinuz.” “The drug lord of Mexico?” “That's right.” Marley's mouth opened in awe. “I could never compete with you.” Captain chuckled. “You do your own fair share of work and very well Neils.” “Hmm… maybe.” Captain watched her before asking. “How is the mission going? Is it leading anywhere?”

the man said, nodded at her, and then walked away. With a sigh, the captain sat on his chair. “Gonzalez, the next time you enter my office without my acquiescence, I will suspend you,” her captain said with a serious expression. “I apologize for my attitude, Captain,” she replied. She understood why her captain was angry. He was her late father's colleague and best friend, and even at her dissatisfaction, the captain, Mr. Ernesto Gustav Richter, had always tried his best to keep her away from all cartel investigations. She knew he was trying to protect her.

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.