Captain Price X Reader Novels & Stories

"Apology not accepted." Then, I slowly pulled my collar up to reveal the insulting letters branded onto my skin. They still hurt after being freshly tattooed, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing pain in my heart. I shot daggers at Evan and spoke my mind, "Since you’re not going to resolve this properly, I’ll do it myself." As I was leaving, I heard someone talking behind me. "Claire is the only heir to Fisher Corporation. She’s not going to scorch the earth just to get revenge, would she?"

Because it was too large. It had too many dead bodies inside it. Too much smoke. Too much broken barrier. Too many names that would hurt him before they made sense. Elaine. Nyra. Tobias Viremont. Lucian. Edenwood. Vandwood. Calista. Beverly. Prima betrayal. Dragon kings. Wraiths. Extinction. All of it pressed against my chest at once, and for a second, I did not know where to begin.

It was a photo from Chloe. In the photo, Vincent was half-naked, sleeping exhaustedly in her bed. The caption read:[I win. So what if you're hogging the title of wife? All the wealth and power of the Gambino Family will eventually belong to the heir in my belly.] [Mia, are you jealous of me?] I decisively powered off the phone and tossed it straight into the nearest trash can. Then I got straight into a cab heading for JFK Airport. Jealous? I looked out the window at the flights taking off and let out a soft chuckle.

"Could you explain what's going on here, Clara?" The judge's stern voice rang in my ears. I, Clara Gardner, snapped back to reality and scanned the entire venue. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest because just a second ago, that wretched old man had tortured me to death. My fiance, Caleb Fairchild, demanded, "Well, what are you waiting for? Say something! What's with that posture? Are you afraid? You're representing my company as the chief designer, and this is how you embarrass me?"

And he would torture me day and night. At least that was what I read in books and watched in movies. Or does this man's captives have different treatment here? Makes me wonder how many were here before me. Or if they were still here, somewhere—locked in a different room. I shuddered and shook off the thought. My stomach growled, reminding me to feed it. In a breath, I was already gulping down the food, fast and messy. Making loud noises as I chewed and swallowed. The tortillas tasted heavenly, earning a groan from me.

Sally was wondering what the surprise could be this time around; there is nothing that would surprise her more than seeing Kayla at her place this early noon because never in this world would she have believed that she would come visit her at her workplace. Kayla brought out a novel and handed it to Sally. The book was about friendship, and that is the book Kayla has been reading today, both of them coming into a healthy friendship. Sally placed her hand on her head. "I can't believe you brought this." Sally said when she couldn't hold in laughter anymore. Kayla knew it was going to be hilarious, but she just wanted to read the book and take some lessons through the book because that's what'

KNOX The silence in the lecture hall isn't just quiet—it's thick. It's the kind of silence that comes just before a storm hits. I've just dropped two words that have effectively ended Everett's life as an individual. "He's mine." For a heartbeat, no one breathes. Then, the room shatters. "What?!" "No fucking way—" "I told you! The Captain doesn't hover for nothing!" The whispers rise like madness, chairs scraping, Alphas and Betas alike crane their necks just to get a glimpse of the boy who managed to leash the Viking King.

“That is what this is. Payment rendered. Services pending.” Rage and shame collide in my chest until I cannot tell which one is winning. “If you think I am going to stand here while you call me a whore to my face—” “If I wanted to call you that,” he interrupts calmly, “I would. I do not need euphemisms.” His eyes hold mine without blinking. “I am not asking for explanations, Lena. I am calibrating the price.” The room feels smaller. My heartbeat grows too loud in my ears. He steps closer again, so close that I can see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw and the thin pale scar near his lip that I once kissed without thinking.

“You must have me confused with someone else.” Eugene’s smirk widened. “Nice try, but I don’t get confused. The difference is clear, Cynthia—or should I say Mr. Sinclair?” “Did you really think you could just walk away like nothing happened?” His gaze shifted to me, and my stomach dropped. “And you… Myla Calloway. You’ve caused quite the stir. Six million dollars? That’s quite the bounty for such a little runaway.” How did he find out about our real identities? Did that…? Oh no, we’re doomed. It felt like a punch to the gut. The air around me thickened, suffocating me.

I turned around and saw Richard Lee, a CEO who had a long working relationship with my company. I quickly yelled at him. “She’s suffering from a seizure. Quick, help me save her!” Then, I pointed at John and Gabby. “This is my husband, but he’s harming his own mother and framing his wife over his mistress and illegitimate child…” When Richard heard that, he immediately wanted to walk over to assess the situation. However, John stopped him. “Who are you? How do you know Helen?” I was immediately anxious. “John, can you stop? Can’t you see that she’s suffering from a seizure?”