Captain Sparrow Novels & Stories

Only when I set my eyes on Vladiv when he walked into that room did I realise how deeply in love I was with him, I never thought that a day would come when my heart would beat for the man I hated. "Ma'am, are you ok?" I heard Sparrow's voice and I tilted my head to meet his gaze. "I am, thank you. You don't have to call me ma'am. My name is Margaret." I muttered. He smiled and nodded his head. "Noted, Margaret. I should introduce myself formally, I'm Sparrow Vladivostok's second in command and his friend. It is a pleasure to meet you." I returned the smile, "It's nice meeting you as well."

Guess I'm running mad to even imagine dirty stuff about him, as much as I know he's still a minor. "Your eyes are revealing too much, Felisha-" he chuckled. I had to bite my lip to stop it from cussing him out loud. I etched closer to his chest but almost regretted it when his sweet cologne swooned across my senses. My lips produced a groaning sound and I forced myself to break the contact. "Didn't know your obsession towards football was this much" For a moment he stared at me, his dreamy eyes digging into my soul. I managed an uptight face and a smile broke out of his lips, "I am the football captain afterall" he sniggered and I felt the need to roll my eyes.

"well there are some fake friends and also bunch of business partner that i can't really call business partner since most of them would be more than happy to see me fall." I don't know why but i feel really bad for him. Maybe it's true, money can't buy eternal happiness. "Greyson.." someone called and we both immediately turn to the owner of the voice. People don't just call him "Greyson". They call him "Mr. Grant" An old guy with white hair and white beard is standing right behind us. There are some people starring at him. He smiled and said "How are you, son?" My heart stopped.

Despair would not win. Slipping on the glasses, the princess forced herself to focus as the world around her became orange. From the first ship in the line, something was glowing in a man's hand. She recognized the man as Pirate Captain Xander and the object as the Merpearl. The powerful weapon would have mesmerized her if not for the ingenious invention by Renat.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"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."

Tiana yelled. Sparrow threw his hands into the air, “Oh, oh, chill. I’m sorry, okay, Diego is definitely going to marry you! He’s yours!” Sparrow quickly said and Tiana snarled at him dropping the gun. “Who we need to focus on now is that Camille. I’m doing everything if it means losing my life to make sure she dies! I hate her guts!” Tiana decided eating her fingers. “So, what are you planning on doing?” Sparrow asked puffing our smoke from his cigarette

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