Captain's Superior For Short Novels & Stories

said their captain politely, "Is there anything we can help you with?" Even under the influence of Su Lianyue's enchantment, the woman in red remained the aloof and indifferent self she reserved especially for her inferiors. "I wish to speak to the previous High Chieftain," she pronounced frostily just as Xiao Chen and Su Lianyue formed up beside her. "These are..." The captain croaked hesitantly when he saw Xiao Chen and Su Lianyue. "Ignorance is bliss, Captain," the woman in red shot him a glare of intense loathing, "Sometimes, knowing too much won't do you much good."

He was of the highest rank among all the officers. When Emma replied, “Yes, I am perfectly fine. Although, you don't look so happy, seeing me alright, or should I say that I destroyed your plans?” “What are you talking about, Emma? He's your superior. How can you talk to him like this?” Roared the chief.

I looked up at him, trying to read his face, see if this was a joke. It wasn’t. His expression had softened, but there was still that hunger. That weight. “I—” I started, then stopped. Swallowed. “Yeah. Okay.” “Good boy,” Captain said with that crooked, cocky smile of his, the one that curled at the edges like he’d just won a bet. Like I was a prize he’d known he’d win eventually. What the hell was it with him and knowing exactly how to rattle me with two words?

he whispered. He tightened his grip on my neck, forcing me to look at him. "A deal is a deal, Captain," he murmured, his face so close his nose brushed mine. "And my request is rather simple, perhaps boring even.” “If you haven't thought about what it is you want from me, then think about it before you—” “I want you to sleep with me. Just this once.”

“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.”

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

“Uh… the whole league?” Adrian’s eyes flicked to me again. “The League doesn’t know everything,” he said. The rookie skated off, confused. I stepped closer to Adrian, lowering my voice. “What are we, then?” His expression shifted. Less teasing. More raw. “You tell me, Captain.” Captain. He only used that word when he wanted distance. Or when he wanted to remind me of it. I swallowed. “We’re teammates,” I said. “And before that?” There it was.

He pointed at the face. Smiley that stayed silent for a long time nodded his head in agreement. “I’m on Minjoon’s team.” Minjoon was Captain’s real name. “Ehey, don’t use my government name during working hours.” “Sorry.” Smiley raised his hand apologetically. “No offense.” “None taken." “To me, Captain is a real leader. He knows his teammates’ capabilities. Of course, he has to utilize every bit of it.” “Correct. Furthermore, you don’t have to worry. My teams are itching to work. They can’t stay in one place for a very long time or their crazy brains will do something unnecessary again.”

I wanted to make a salute, but apparently, the chair didn't allow me to. "This is detention, Meow," said the captain. "And that chair there is your throne." "You're not going to drill my brains out, are you?" I asked and realized I had forgotten to address him. "Sir." "Just a little something to make you behave," the captain said and nodded at the guy beside me. I watched him grab a remote and press buttons. Then, I heard myself scream. --- Shut your mouth, dumbass! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!

"Is that all you've got captain? Is this house full of such weak men? I need experts! Bring me experts!" The captain swallows a lump of spittle. For the first time in his life, he is so terrified out of his wits. But once again, he manages to mask his fear and scoffs at Declan. "You only defeated thirty men. I still have more than sixty remaining underlings at my disposal! Don't get so cocky before me!" "Hah, are you a fool? I defeated your thirty men in a matter of seconds! They couldn't even touch a strand of my hair, do you think increasing their numbers means anything?"