Captain Rex Fanart Novels & Stories

“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.”

No sound at all. Every so often, she would glance down at her bandaged right hand, then lift her eyes back to the door. Deep night. The bonfire in the estate's rear courtyard was blazing. Rex crouched beside the flames. He wasn't wearing his battle armor. Just a fitted black tank top. The firelight fell across his back, and from shoulder blade to lumbar spine, the layered, jagged scars looked like an ancient chronicle of war, carved in flesh and sealed in blood.

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."

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

"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-"

Klaus nodded, before sitting up slightly and taking his phone out of the back pocket of his pants. "I'm going to show you a picture, okay?" he explained, "I need you to point out who Mark is." Anika pursed her lips, but nodded, as the man held out the phone in her direction, showing her an appearance photograph taken by some kind of surveillance camera, three men were at a table, the atmosphere was somewhat familiar, some kind of restaurant, one of the men had his back turned slightly, he had blond hair in a ponytail, and sunglasses, next to him, with a serious expression, Mark and Anatoly.

Rex opened the door and ushered her inside. Maps covered the walls. Territories, borders, trade routes. Some marked with red ink, others crossed out entirely. “This is what I see every day,” Rex said. “Threats. Patterns. Shifts.” She stepped closer, scanning the markings. “And now I’m one of the red marks.” “Yes,” he said. “And no.” She turned to him. “That doesn’t make sense.” “You’re not the danger,” he said. “You’re the reason it’s surfacing.”

Almost all girls in their country admire him that's why he's hoping that Mira is also a fan of the actor and movie director Rex Jay so that he could use the opportunity to be with her. "Rex Jay? Who is he? Alam mo naman, eversince hindi ako mahilig sa mga artista. Kaya sorry, I don't know that person. How do he look, how does he treat his fans," kibit balikat lang siya sabay subo sa burger at uminom ng coke. Wala siyang balak magpa kiyeme sa harap ni Eric, baka sakaling ma turnoff ito ta tigilan na siya sa panliligaw. "Huh! Dimo siya kilala? He's the hearthrob director in the country. May billboard pa nga siya malapit dito. Ayun oh!" Sabay turo sa napakalaking billboard sa tapat nila.

Xander wasn't quite sure, but he didn't contradict me either. "Red is getting antsy. He shits his pants, I'm outta here." Xander smiled. "We might need to retain Red and Captain Silent over there," I said to the rest of the guys. Captain Silent looked pleased with himself, but I honestly couldn't explain why. A bit freaky looking with all the hardware in his face. And a copy of his eyes on his eyelids. I shook my head, blinked really fast. Yup, tattoos of his eyes on his lids. People were so fucked up these days.

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.