Captain Rex Artwork Novels & Stories

I have too much fun reminding her no one roots for the Lions, even if she did win them off a bet with Ben during her pre-college days. I'd rather skip this art show all together, but Trey has demanded my presence. The artist's entire display is composed of images from Dragons Reborn. He said it's an honor to be there. I was thinking more along the lines of copyright infringement, but now that we've sold the game I guess it's someone else's problem. Thank God for that.

I’ve got to admit, it’s really nice. The place had good lightning and air conditioners. I caught a glimpse of Rex. He was seated on a blue leather sofa, shirtless. What the—? Oh! I almost drooled on that part. He leant his back against the sofa, with his gaze on his phone. He had his earpords on. His upper body gleamed to the lightning as his hair dripped; sweat slowly running down his chin. The tattoo on his breast was visible. It was a heart engulfed in flames, all in black ink. I also noticed the crown on his left wrist. Was it too late to call off this marriage? Stay focus, Jackie. Don’t let his physique fool you.

Rex carefully crafted a vision and he finally made the call. "Let's make an appointment with the Siren," Rex said. "It is time. " """ " """ """""" """" " "."" """ " "" """"" " l. "Let's make an appointment with the Siren," Rex said. "It is time."

I showed it to Kade. He smirked but his eyes stayed hard. "See? Starts as jokes. Then questions. Why does the captain babysit the new guy so much? Room together on trips. Always paired in drills." "Coach ordered that stuff," I shot back. "We have excuses. But if they link it to anything else... the fights that turned into more. The weight room. My place. We cannot let this blow up now. Not with the syndicate breathing down our necks." Kade shifted closer his knee pressing against mine in the back seat. "You worried about your image Ryder? Golden boy captain caught with the killer from Russia. Fans might eat it up or burn your jersey."

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

"Don't mind him." The door pushed open, and Rex stepped into the warm room. He looked massive in his casual black shirt, his eyes instantly softening the moment they locked onto Debbie's big belly. He was holding a small, velvet-wrapped package in his large hand. "I know you guys are right in the middle of painting," Rex said softly, walking past the rows of canvases until he stood right beside Debbie’s platform. "But allow me to put this on you." He opened the package, revealing a stunning gold necklace. It had a small, intricately carved wolf pendant that glistened under the studio lights. Rex leaned down carefully, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he wrapped the cool metal around he

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

I whine. "Then show me." He puffs his chest. "Fine." I say in a defeated tone. I uncover the painting and he walks up to it, one arm wrapped around him and one arm up rubbing his chin. He analyzes the painting. "When will it be finished?" "When I can." I say. "Consider it sold." He turns to me. Stuffing his hands in his pockets. "No. Bastian. My pieces are not for sale." "Everything's for sale, Sammy. Just have to find the right price." He gives a cocky look.

Alexander He gritted his teeth as he studied the image of his lycan above the marbled mantlepiece. The painting was done by a royal pack member, Paul Cezanne in 1858. The worth of the art was invaluable like the artist himself. No matter how much he tried to relax, it was impossible. His wolf was snarling and roaring in his head, wanting blood on his sharp canines. The blood of the enemy. A fucking necromancer. He will tear him piece by piece by nightfall tomorrow.

Rex replied and brought his attention back to his father. "My apologies, please get my son something," Alpha Lyons said to one of his present servants, the servant bowed and left. "I think I have had enough for today, get me a glass of water instead," Rex said to another servant. The servant bowed and left. "You haven't given up drinking even in the early hours of the day?" Alpha Lyons asked. "It ain't regular... I drink when I'm bothered or disturbed," Rex grunted and looked towards the Wall. He noticed new paintings of half-clad curvy women without heads on the wall as he looked closely.