Captain Price X Reader Novels & Stories

When Lionel saw how ruthless she was, he didn't dare bring up the house again. The luxury car worth nearly half a million was destroyed just like that. It might not have been a significant sum for Lionel but it was enough to upset him for a few days. He had met his match in Sandra. At the end of the month, my lawyer told me to fly in for the court hearing. Everything was progressing smoothly, and to my surprise, Lionel’s new girlfriend, Elise Watson, had come along too. Just as Felicia had described, Elise was the “mean girl” archetype.

I say, “Clark Kent, Darkseid… and Batman.” She smirks. “Batman because he’s rich?” “Yes,” I say. “Rich and powerless, but somehow has all the power.” She laughs. “I get it.” “Do you want one?” I ask. She scans the table. “Can I get that one of Jubilee?” I blink. “Not Rogue?” She shakes her head. “No. Jubilee.” “Fair enough.” By the time everything’s bagged, my arms are full. “This has been a day,” I say. “About five hours of bliss.”

The others gather around them. “What are we going to do, to those people?” The captain’s fingers begin to tap along the hilt of her thin blade as if she is annoyed by the question as to her it is quite obvious what her plan of action would be. “Power rules everything. From the imperialist cunts of Kales to the low some filth of the squall.” A right hand that homed itself on the ripper’s handle lifts up and finds a new home inside the pocket of her trench coat. “But every now and then, there comes a spark of change that can ignite a bigger fire. You ask me what I will do, its obvious…Liberation is the only course of action.” A silence falls between them before she speaks once more. “But liber

Lucky for him that Jennifer put the call on speaker so Carter also heard what the other person was saying. "I heard from my parents last night that Isabella's dating the Captain already. What happened between the two of you?" she asked. "I don't want to ruin our friendship. Isabella was very special to me". the one on the other line said. 'So it was a guy? Who could that be?' Carter asked his self. "You lost dude! Haha. Anyway, if you need a hand to snatch her from the Captain I'll be willing to extend my hand." Jennifer said.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

He typed a bit more, testing. Leon: The captain’s choices in that one are messed up but realistic. No easy answers. Most people probably skip it for the flashier later books. Anonymous: Exactly. I hate when stories hand you simple heroes. Real shit is complicated. You get that vibe too? Like, the AI’s perspective chapters actually made me think about control and freedom differently.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

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

MIRA There he is. On the first page. He wears a black suit with a black shirt and gold accessories. He has a pair of black shades on, like he’s captured by the paparazzi as he walks away with his bodyguards. I gasp softly, touching my lips as I read through it. Jackson Meliś. Heir of the Meliś Enterprise under strict investigation for fraud and scam. A paragraph reads, “he takes from the poor to enlarge his own pocket.”

10. EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER ___°°°___ CALANTHA THUNDER. Calantha hid in the storage room with the boy she liked - the Beta's son. They had promised to meet at twilight before her birthday. Now they were here, in the dark as she stared at his glowy eyes. "You'll be eighteen in an hour," his voice reverberated in the room, he had reached puberty stage earlier than her. He touched her shoulders. "This would mean everything to us, Calantha"