Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

He was too well trained to give into a bully. "I shall take this up with your superior," the older captain said at last. Ledford laughed, "I answer only to Cafer." "And His Majesty too, I should hope," Caleb looked at him angrily. The bulky young man waved his hand dismissively, "Yeah, sure, him too."

Captain Flare exclaimed from the platform. The higher ups in the military were sitting on the platform below the guest. But Captain Flare's voice was booming in itself, so all of them in the platform could hear him without inching closer. "Maybe we can propose a mock battle between my windlets and your officers at a later date, Captain," said the Minister from the platform above him. The Captain laughed loudly, "A very good idea, Minister! I'm in!" "Shouldn't you ask me first as your superior?" Major Kirly calmly said beside him.

The Captain laughed at his junior’s remarks. “You may be the Bossman here, but I am ultimately your Boss.” The Captain punched his shoulder in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"And if you are going to surrender your sweetness in this penthouse... if you are going to let us touch you, kiss you, and ruin you for any other man... you need to learn the rules." "What rules?" I whispered, completely hypnotized by the sheer intensity of his icy blue eyes. "Hierarchy," Elijah commanded softly. He raised his right hand, his long, strong fingers gently grasping my chin. His touch was firm, possessive, and warm against my cool skin. "I am the captain of the Golden Trio. I lead Chase and Karius on the ice, and I lead them in this house. If you are going to share your affection with us, Cassy, I claim first priority. Always."

And the officer was always aware of the tramp of the company behind, the march of his orderly among the men. The Captain was a tall man of about forty, grey at the temples. He had a handsome, finely knit figure, and was one of the best horsemen in the West. His orderly, having to rub him down, admired the amazing riding-muscles of his loins. For the rest, the orderly scarcely noticed the officer any more than he noticed himself. It was rarely he saw his master’s face: he did not look at it. The Captain had reddish-brown, stilt hair, that he wore short upon his skull. His moustache was also cut short and bristly over a full, brutal mouth. His face was rather rugged, the cheeks thin. Perhaps t

I ordered the captain. He turned to the guys once more. “She is not supposed to be here…” he muttered to the guys.

“No.” Campian said, “That’s what makes him so impressive. I’m certain that the chief is more experienced and knows more than us.” “Perhaps, Mr. Yarde is released from some influential academy in Metrocity for training, and the chief is giving him some gifts as a friendly gesture after learning about Mr. Yarde.” Willow widened her eyes in surprise. “So that is how it is! You’re good, captain!” Campian heaved a sigh and said, “That is why… I’m the captain while you’re just a squad member.”

“If you want to maintain a cordial relationship with this crew, then you must learn how to stick by the rules and follow my orders as I am the captain. My ship, my rules.” Those were his words.

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

“There’s no point arguing to that now. Here, take this to the school and give him the apology he might require.” A spark seemed to have flickered in Z’s eyes as Dark handed the book to Luis. Z could only look longingly as the man of her dreams left with his book. “Don’t tell me you have a crush on that Superior?” Snapping out of her dreamy state, she gave him a stern look. “Don’t be an idiot. Come on, we have a book to steal.” Superiors were temporary leaders of the four Empires. They’ve got the right to implement their own rules, as long as they followed the Supreme Council’s Imperial Principle.