Captain Peralta Novels & Stories

I can’t help but smile, knowing that my Beta and best friend is concerned for my safety, despite my being out here with Raul, Dax, Tasha, Channing, Bree, Conan, Theo, Blake and Serafina. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got some of the most badass wolves around out here with me.” I say, smiling in our mind link. “Are things okay at the pack house?” “Yeah, Zella and Asher are on top of monitoring our patrols and keeping everyone calm here. And Jacob took Delta Lupita with him to the houses to keep an eye on things over there.” Lupita is Jacob’s mate and a tough-as-nails fighter. In fact, had Dax not been interested in the Lead Warrior position with our pack, Lupita would have been my next choice.

But after a while, there was a scream from the door. "Marko Jose Peralta!" I was upset about it. I drove my eyes towards the door. When I came to the door, I opened it right up. Immediately exposed before me was the man who had the nerve to stir up my morning. Like before, he always wears his sunglasses. He also wearing dark jeans, which he matched to his white buttoned shirt. Gross. I couldn’t stop rolling my eyes. "Stop calling my full name, Cyril Lucio Peralta. I could kick you in the ass," I said, but he just walked in front of me.

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?

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dolores and the maid stood and watched Pablo through the glass window. “Mama, I rushed here as fast as I could”, Lima said as she rushed in with Rupert. “Where were you?”, Dolores asked. “I was with a patrón. What happened to my brother, mama?”, Lima asked, crying. Rupert was also crying as well. “He was battered by some people. The poor thing was beat up and had his two feet cut off. One of his ear as well”, the maid responded seeing as it was too hard for Dolores to speak up.

Erlinda Phil's brother only cry beside her mother but they don't do anything until they are already inside the helicopter "Phil is left behind!?"- Dessa "I thought they were doing great lately!"- Bhlezy *SSSSHIIIKK!* *THIS THE CAPTAIN SPEAKING! CAPTAIN OF THIS RESCUE OPERATION! OUR AMMUNITION ON THE GROUND IS GETTING LOW AND WE NEED TO GO BACK SOON!* "what there is too many of us here!"

She hurries to go outside, running without a footwear she is excited to see Sergeant Herrera, she wants to see that he is coming back safely just he had promised. She was running in the hallway of the camp and she sees the Arland soldiers coming with smiles on their face including the commander. Their colleagues gave them an applause to congratulate them in invading and capturing the Sans Serif terrorists and their leader Abubakar Salem Ale. She too claps her hands and give applause to all the soldiers she was too happy that the war in Simpkins is over she feel excited to see his beloved Sergeant Herrera.

he smiled and turned to leave. “You know El Diablo, I was told you hardly reject a cool business, and with you doing this, it confirmed my suspicion. No man would have been able to pull that stunt last night, no man would have avoided the camera so much, no man would have kidnapped my daughter without leaving a trace, no man would have killed my men so effortlessly like that, no man would have accepted to that job knowing what I will do, no man would have been so efficient in it, no man would have perform the act so clean like that, no man except the infamous El Diablo.”

He was a jerk, a potential rapist, and from his last words to me, maybe a pedophile, and maybe he deserved this. He actually deserves worse. He had dismounted from the horse now, standing at his full height and with quick calculated strides, he was before me and I knew only one person walked like that and at this point, I didn't need more convincing but I still needed more as I refused to believe that I had been played. He brought off his gloves revealing tatted fingers and tatted hands. No… I looked closely at the hands trying to tell myself that it could not be and when my eyes found the Imelda tattoo, my heart fell and I was torn between throwing up and crying.