Captain Price X Reader Novels & Stories

Perché dopo aver parlato con CAPO è viva solo una creatura che è Aslan, non un solo essere umano. (OH Jesus! I didn’t ever think I would see this day. Capo himself wants to talk about I mean …Seriously? TALK? It's a problem…a Fatal Problem! Because after talking to CAPO only one creature is alive which is Aslan, not a single human being…) Phoebe boringly looked at the person who was well dressed like a businessman. When Harris opened his laptop and started the video conference. A shadow was seen from the other side. Phoebe tried to see the person but failed due to darkness from another side

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

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Freya's anger carried her straight to her father's study, her heels striking the polished floors like hammer blows. She threw open the heavy wooden doors, ready for battle. The scent of leather and old books – usually so comforting – now felt suffocating. "How dare you use David to manipulate me! After everything he did—” Mr Peterson Hart didn't even look up from his desk. Instead, he simply pushed a document toward her, the paper sliding across the smooth surface of his massive desk. The casual gesture stopped her mid-sentence.

“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.”

"Please—" He leaned in slightly. "You know what happens to people who see what they're not supposed to?" My breath caught in my chest and speech failed me. I couldn't think. My knees felt like they were going to give way when the door behind him creaked open. "Let him go," came Elias's voice quiet but so full of command it made Cathan step back at once. I blinked past Cathan's wide shoulders and saw Elias himself standing there, his shirt soaked in blood. I could still see remnants of red not washed properly on his hands. His eyes on the other hand were darker than I'd ever seen. He looked… unholy. A god of wrath conjured up in human flesh. I recoiled instinctively, but his gaze pinned me wh

It had all come with the ring. And yet… even now… Even knowing all she knew… She would still sign her name beside his. Because that was the price of the name Avancii. And she would pay it. A thousand times over.

Tears and mucus were streaming down his face. “Heartless?” I smiled, radiant and bright. “Compared to what you did to me on our wedding day, this is nothing. “Lucian, adults must pay the price for their choices. “Your youth was expensive—this was the price you owed.” With that, I waved my hand. “Drag him away. From now on, this man will not be allowed within half a step of Cross Industries' offices. “Anyone who lets him in will be fired.” “Yes, Miss Cross!”