Captain Phillips Novels & Stories

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

I explained, turning around slightly to look at the crowd, hoping that someone might show a hint of guilt or nervousness. "We have already reviewed the server logs, Ivy, and they show your credentials were used continuously throughout the night," Principal Vance interrupted, his tone flat and unyielding. "Furthermore, we have a witness who has come forward with direct knowledge of your actions, so we will now call Chloe Thompson to the stand." My heart stopped as Chloe stood up from the front row and walked toward the second podium, her eyes avoiding mine completely as she adjusted her neat uniform skirt and cleared her throat into the microphone.

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

I ran my hands down the front of my jacket, smoothing out any wrinkles. “Of course, my Lord. I will be posted out front until you return. No one shall enter. I will fight until my last breath if someone tries to overthrow you.” Phillips's voice is void of all emotions. Fear is the only emotion he is allowed to feel. Anything else is neutral. He can’t feel happiness or joy. He has been stripped of those pleasures. Until he can run topside, he only knows fear, and occasionally I will allow him to feel sadness.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

Philip told the captain to report the situation. The captain was upset at Philip’s words. He knew that Philip looked down on him to be behaving in such a condescending manner. “Hmph.” The captain was not a high-ranking official, so he had to request further instructions, but that did not stop him from being upset. He doubted Philip dared to cause trouble in Imperial City. The captain soon arrived in a secret room and reported the situation, not forgetting to exaggerate Philip’s outrageous actions. “That guy wants us to find a nice tavern for him and have us kneel and beg for his mercy before he’ll consider forgiving us for our mistakes. Otherwise, he’ll take revenge!”

His hands trembled excitedly and he went through all the addresses of all the four landed properties, he discovered they were all worth an astronomical price and the sale will fetch over two billion dollars, he was extremely excited. "Philip, tell me, what is going on? How did you make it this big?' Captain asked in shock. Philip raised his head slightly in arrogance “I told you, Captain, I am not your average Joe anymore, you better add some respect to my name” he said sternly. Captain scratched his head, “I would have asked you for more interest” he said greedily. Philip's face was ashen, “don't be greedy” he kicked his leg.