Captain Rockwell Novels & Stories

I snapped and his smirk immediately dropped. They were right in a sense but I wasn't sulking. It just fucking made me mad that she was still thinking about that price despite everything he had done to her. Love was a weakness I never wished to have and I hated those who succumbed to it too easily. I shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. “You guys are late” I looked up and saw Couch Jones staring at us with a frown on his face and his arms folded. “We…” “I don't care to know your excuse, Kai” He interrupted. “As a captain, you should be here sadly early”

She had never seen a place as breathtaking as Milford The crews are still asleep and nobody is present as the captain enters the room holding a small blue-printed blanket. The captain smiles as he approaches Annika and wraps both of them in the blanket before turning to face her back. The captain made a lovely gesture by saying, "Let me warm you. It's so cold today."

I said. She smiled, “Of course, I will.” “Thank you,” I smiled. What she didn’t know was that someone had been watching the entire interaction from the mezzanine floor above. Antonius Rockwell, the elusive and enigmatic CEO of Rockwell Corporation, had decided to step out of his office that day. Stress from an ongoing acquisition deal had driven him to observe the daily operations of the company firsthand. He wasn’t expecting much—just routine tasks and familiar faces. Antonius Rockwell blended into the scene, dressed in casual clothes that made him unrecognizable as the CEO.

Vivi stayed on the edge at first, but Theo handed her a slice and Finn teased Asher mercilessly about “painting dates.” “Captain’s gone soft,” Finn laughed. “But we like her.” Asher pulled Vivi onto the couch beside him. His arm stayed around her shoulders. For a few hours, the sabotage felt distant. But Delphine ruined it. Late that night, after everyone left, Vivi’s phone lit up. A new post from an anonymous account: more old sketches mixed with the leaked one of Asher. The caption read: “Captain distracted by damaged goods? Exhibition preview looks weak.” Attached was a fake review mocking her series as “rehashed trauma.”

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."