Captain Rogers Novels & Stories

However, Alliance Master Yarn was still one step away from the realm of the other shore! Alliance Master Yarn sighed inwardly and said, “I’m still missing that little opportunity. So be it. Today, for my people and for my civilization, I’ll fight to my death! … Roger had returned to his peak condition. He had a handsome face, black hair, as well as a tall and burly figure. He was standing on the sea with his hands behind his back. In that instant, only this magnificent figure could be seen!

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Aulia nodded her head once Hisoka glanced at her, requesting her permission as well. “Great.” Hisoka intertwined his fingers together, placed his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on the intertwined fingers. “This man, next to me, is one of the Mandrill Monkeys or so-called Mandrill. His code name is Captain, coincidentally the captain of the group.” Captain shot up and slightly tilted his body forward. “The name is Captain, one of the Mandrills and also the leader. I humbly greet all of you.”

Captain Black Beard said. “It’s the less you can do for me . . . A little decency before you end my life?” Captain Black Beard just smirked with a sharp look of ‘unbelievable’, his eyes looked at the right and then looks back to Hana. “You know . . . I don’t give a damn thing about you and –” “Oh, really? Is that so? Because as far as I remembered, you love your brother so much. It’s Rasmus, right?” She fearlessly steps forward towards the captain.

“Mister, are you the owner of the ship? Because if you are, I must say you are amazing to own a big thing like this.” The three grown-ups laughed at the kid’s innocent remarks. “No. I don’t own this,” the captain replied. “But I am the captain of this ship. I made sure everyone was safe during the whole ride.” Rica felt amazing hearing that someone could protect hundreds of people who were riding the ship. She looked at the excited people on the deck and felt the responsibility that the captain had during that time. “Is it good to protect people? How do you feel, Mister?” Rica asked.

Captain Jake added. “Now, this is serious.”

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

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."

A silhouette of a person appeared several meters in front of him. Judging from the direction he was coming from, this must be one of his people who escaped the fire. "Help-!" The captain coughed as he made his way to the person. The smoke was surrounding them so the captain was not able to see the person's face. Although he expected that it might be one of his people, he still remained on guard. He took a knife from his pocket as he spoke in a hoarse voice. "I am Captain Logan. My arm is burned. I need help."

I’d maybe said some things over the years about how much he sucked and how he was probably the reason their team played like shit. He probably heard me say those things even.. But he was the adult here. Couldn’t he be less petty about it? “Hunter, as you know,” he continued. “This is the captain of the Raven Hill hockey team, Tristan Reeves.” Yeah. I knew. “The history between you two needs to be put behind you both now. As he’s your captain, you’re going to respect him.” Respect? I couldn’t even hold back the laugh that left me. But Coach clearly didn’t share in my humor because his gaze sharpened. “Whatever nonsense you were allowed to get away with on your old team doesn’t fly here, got i