Captain Vane Novels & Stories

Marcus’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, though he maintained his rigid posture. "Mr. Vane’s authority is identical to my own," Vance continued, his voice turning cold as iron, his hand resting heavily on Kaelen’s shoulder, marking his absolute claim before his men. "His orders carry the weight of my signature. Any insubordination toward him will be treated as high treason against me personally. Is that understood?" "Understood, Mr. Sterling!" the officers barked in unison. Marcus bowed his head slightly, stepping forward to offer a respectful salute directly to Kaelen. "At your service, Executive Vane."

His heavy hand rested casually on his hip, right beside his worn leather wristband. "They aren't ready for what you're about to show them, Cassy," Karius added softly, his set lips relaxing into a rare, barely noticeable smile. "None of them are." I looked at the three of them—Elijah, the commanding leader; Chase, the passionate charm; and Karius, the stoic protector. They were three alpha hockey captains who could tear an entire arena apart, yet right now, they were hanging on my every word, waiting to watch me take over. The sheer raw attraction between us was a living, breathing thing in the room, tight and intoxicating.

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

“But in this house, you will refer to me as Aunt Gable, or Aunt G. I’ve been in Milan. A pity I missed the wedding. I hear it was… theatrical.” I pulled the sheet around my waist, trying to find some shred of dignity. “Silas said he doesn’t have staff. He didn’t mention an aunt.” “I am not staff, you little South rat,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing. She took a long drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke directly into my face. “I am a Vane. We built the foundation of this empire while Silas was still learning how to load a clip. I am the one who keeps the sanity of this family from falling apart.”

It was spinning fast it looked like a blur of light. And standing at the computer was someone June didn't expect to see. It was Director Vane.. She was not a robot anymore. Her metal skin had melted away. It showed a burnt face beneath. She was plugging her silver fingers directly into the computer wires. "You are still alive?" June gasped. She pulled herself up from the floor. "I am the will of the Board " Vane said. Her voice sounded like metal scraping on stone. "If I cannot bring the Heiress to the moon I will bring the fire to the Heiress."

80 – CHIEF DAMON “I can’t believe that Chief is dead,” Vane said. I sneered as I looked at him from the side of my eyes, fucking kiss-ass. He never liked the old man for one day, why was he here pretending like he was hurt? “His weak ass should have retired months ago, he got what he wanted,” I said. Vane gave me a sharp look and then his face turned dark with a frown, he shook his head, “Could you not be a normal person for once? Would it kill you to show some sympathy?”

We met Captain Vane he was a man with a beard and a missing eye. You are a way from home he said. What do you want? We need a boat to the Azure Trench I said. I showed him the Lunar Circlet. Vane was surprised. He looked at Helios. He was scared. The Trench is a place he said. It is where the world ends. I am not looking for a vacation I said. I am looking for a way to get there. It is not about money Vane said. The South has a blockade around the Isles. They are looking for us.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

She nudges George, “Problem with my van?” He looks down at her, then back at the van, then back at her. He shakes his head, “Nope, just not what I expected.” He looks back at the van, tilting his head thoughtfully, “It still run?” “Of course, I’ve kept it clean and running. Wasn’t going to let it just sit and rust.” Celine turns to see her cousin, Phillipe, who has joined them. He holds out a hand to George, who shakes it, “Phillipe, her second oldest cousin, I painted the van with my brother for her eighteenth. She didn’t get much use out of it before leaving us for England, but I would never have let it go to waste.” She grins,