Captain Rex Quotes Novels & Stories

He showed me a tone neither overbearing nor submissive. ‘‘Haha, you've worried for nothing, Captain,’’ I responded with a burst of cold laughter. I shook my head slowly in disbelief before I stared back at the Captain and added, ‘‘Rather, I'm worried about you and your people. Since it won't be long before this cold ground embraces you all on your death bed.’’

“Nothing that hides this well is empty.” He turned to the room, voice carrying with deadly certainty. “Redirect everything. Eyes, drones, routes, people. I want boots on water within forty-eight hours.” Someone hesitated. “Sir… those waters—” “I don’t care what hunts there,” Rex cut in. “If she’s alive, she’s facing it alone.” Outside, the ocean rolled—dark, endless, concealing its secrets beneath indifferent waves. Rex stepped onto the deck, staring straight into the black horizon. For the first time since the crash, he felt it—an answering pull. As if the sea itself had finally acknowledged him.

“I hope we can get along well since I really like your tosses.” I wasn’t able to say anything back again because Mitch sat in between us and interrupted our conversation. “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing but I hope Lexi could toss for me too.” He smiled which made Ezra burst out laughing. “Huh? Why are you laughing?” Mitch looked back and forth between me and Ezra with his clueless face. “It’s because I’m excited. I haven’t felt like this ever since we lost—“ “Ezra.” He couldn’t finish what he was saying when the Captain calls his name as if stopping him from talking about the past. “Why don’t you start cooling down?” The captain suggested though it sounds more like a command.

I warned. He smiled—a small smile that didn’t touch his eyes. Probably because of the pain he was in. “Or you could just come over; I’ll give you a hand,” Rain teased. Rex shot him that ‘I will kill you’ kind of hard glare. I laughed. And Rain too. “Sorry… was just giving options,” Rain mocked. “Your dick may not really mind at this point. That motherfucker has been starving since forever.” “Rain!” Rex snapped “What? He’s saying the truth,” I added, while laughing.

“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.”

“I did forget. I’m sorry.” “It sucks to have your freedom and rights stripped from you,” Rex said. “It sucks even more to be used like an object with no mind or feelings. All we can do is to do our best to move past the experience and make better ones for ourselves.” “I drank every ounce of that bastard’s blood from his body,” she said in a quiet voice that held not a hint of remorse. “I noticed,” he replied, but said no more.

Rex swallowed, the flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. “You think he's brainless?” Brevin went on, pacing slowly. “That ‘mad beast,’ as you so carelessly called him, has ruled longer than you’ve lived. His roar makes seasoned warriors tremble, and you… still tripping over your own tongue… mock the bloodline that built these walls?” “I… I didn’t mean—” Rex stammered. “Oh, I’m sure you didn’t,” Brevin interrupted, raising a brow. “Dear nephew… no one ever means to offend until their heads are on the block.”

my grandfather said as the elevator moved downward, his hands resting on his gold-topped cane while he looked straight ahead at the polished metal doors. "I don't care about their loans, Grandfather, and I just want to know why Julian Kingsley went through so much trouble to frame me for a simple exam leak," I replied, adjusting the strap of my bag as the elevator came to a smooth stop and the doors opened into a large room filled with rows of steel filing cabinets.

Rex paced the small, empty room as I put on a new pair of pants. “We would ask for a rematch, and this time, you’ll win,” he said. “No. It’s over—they’ve won.” I said, walking past him to the door, but a hand on my chest stopped me. “We’ve never lost before and we won’t start now. We won’t let those fools think they are better than us, and so there will be a rematch.” “Then I won’t be your champion, Rex. You’ll have to find someone else.” “I’m not asking you, Wraith. I’m ordering you.”

Tristan shouted and pushed Rex away. "Somethings have to change, Rex. I want to talk to Anatashi ALONE before I go any further with this training. Can you give space to do that?" Tristan asked with red eyes. Rex recognized those eyes and what they meant. Backing away from Tristan, palms raised in surrender. Rex was unsure if he should say anything, but risked it. "Are you going to be ok?" "I'm a survivor, Rex." was all he said. Knowing they all must have heard Tristan, but o ly Kit was brave enough to approach Rex.