Captain Rex Quotes Novels & Stories

“My poor pilot is probably crying right now, hahaha.” “But it doesn’t matter. What you did was absolutely right—cautious, decisive. No wonder Charlie won’t let you guard his precious treasure.” “By the way, maybe next time we really should establish a secret code. I’ll say: ‘If Heaven has feelings, it will also grow old,’ and you reply—” Rex rubbed his ear in pain. Lawrence spoke more nonsense in a year than mister did in a lifetime. Edward: “Come on, Rex, reply.”

"So how are we gonna do now? You in particular because latest he would do to me is torture me if I get to go back with him as a mate, but instead of letting that, I would kill myself. I mean I would just kill myself and sace myself the pains of being his mate again." Before Rex could reply, Pat had already cut in awakening us to consciousness, I shiver as I hear his voice. "You got to live like an Alpha and not a coward!" He growls. I thought they were so busy in what they were doing that they didn't hear what we were saying. "Yes sir!" Rex's face gets tightened, he sits up, like he's responding to a military commander. "Good!" Pat gives him a thumbs-up. I get amused, I can see that this has

Captain O said clearly already loosing his cool this time as his expression twisted in a very unreal way. The question came out sharper and more forceful as the frustration was becoming visible now, thick vain became visible on his head as his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened while his hands slowly clenched. “I am the great Captain O, the only one who kissed death goodbye, the grim reaper and the only solution to life's journey on earth.” The declaration echoed throughout the hall forcing several Bratva soldiers to immediately straighten their postures as pride filled their expressions because to them, Captain O was more than a commander, he was a legend, a symbo and a weapon that had protec

"So am I. So are you. So is my mother. We are all murderers, Rex. The only difference is why." "And why did you let him go?" "Because I am tired of killing. I am tired of revenge. I am tired of being angry." "What are you tired of?" "Being alone." Rex walked to me. Took my face in his hands. "You are not alone." "I know." "I am here." "I know." "I am not going anywhere." "I know." He kissed me. Soft. Gentle. Not hungry. Not desperate. Just real. We drove back to the house in silence.

"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."

The way she swallowed every insult from Ravena and Mariseth and still somehow found a way to smile. He had been there. He had seen it all. And yet, he had done nothing. His hands clenched the reins until his knuckles ached. He was Beta Rexor, commander of the warriors of Silvermoon, feared on the battlefield, respected by allies and enemies alike. But what did all that strength matter when he couldn’t shield one girl in his own household? The horse snorted as if sensing his turmoil. Rexor pressed a hand to his face, rough palm scraping over stubble as the first hot tear broke free. He cursed himself for the weakness — yet the tears wouldn’t stop.

I say, an attempt at a joke. “Isabella…” he says, scratching his arm nervously. “Bad joke, sorry.” We are both quiet for a long moment. I point the toes of one of my bare feet and rub it against his ankle. “You want to make it work, right?” Rex asks in a small voice. I clutch the champagne glass tighter. “Of course.” “Okay, good, good. I just wanted to make sure.” Rex might be one of the biggest musicians in the world. Larger than life onstage. But in private – for me, he is just Rex. Just a man. The absolute best man I’ve ever met.

They knew that true strength extended beyond physical prowess, encompassing the ability to endure and overcome adversity, to rise even when faced with seemingly insurmountable challenges. Alpha Xavier turned his attention back to Captain Rodgers, his voice filled with admiration. "Captain, your dedication to this pack and your unwavering spirit are commendable. You have pushed yourself to the limit and shown us what it means to be a warrior." Captain Rodgers, though fatigued, managed to sit up, his eyes reflecting gratitude and determination. "Thank you, Alpha Xavier. I may have faltered momentarily, but I will rise stronger and more resilient. I am ready to continue."

Rex talks like he doesn’t care, but he remembers everything. Riley lets the wine slide down his throat, slow. The burn is soft. Not enough to distract him. Rex tosses a pillow in the air and catches it with one hand. “You know, sometimes I think I should just quit and go build furniture in Bali or something.” “You can’t even build an IKEA shelf,” Shawn says. “Details,” Rex grins.

"Which means the ice opens up wide. Patience, not speed, finds the wide ice." "That's what I told him," Jax said, nodding at me. "Then both of you keep saying it until he listens," Miller said. "I'm listening," I said. "You're listening with your ears," Jax said. "I need you listening with your stick." Reyes, lacing his skate nearby, laughed. "That's a very Jax thing to say. Listening with your stick." "It made sense when I said it," Jax said. "It didn't make sense. It just sounded like something a captain says."