Captain Vane Mga Nobela at Kwento

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

“There's…” “I'm on my way.” He paused. “Alright Sir.” In times like this, I really wished my intuition was wrong but it didn't matter, whatever it was, I will take care of it. I pressed a kiss on her forehead and left the room, ensuring the door was closed properly behind me. Bron was waiting for me by the front door. “What's the problem?” I asked as we walked to the security building. “The license number on the delivery van isn't registered anywhere Sir. It's a fake.”

he asked, his voice low and seductive. All the men stopped to listen. "Vanessa Diaz, Captain." Jack approached slowly. He observed the details…

Franklin’s POV The rival captain was not a small man. He filled the doorway in the practical sense, broad through the shoulders, still in his match kit, and his expression was the particular expression of someone who has seen something they intend to get an explanation for and are not going to be redirected from that intention. Rydan and I both stood. The captain looked between us. Then he said, “Sit down.” It was the kind of voice that expected to be listened to. We sat.

Charlie's atonement had reached its end in the most tragic way the business world could ever imagine. "No," Elena ordered, her voice dropping as low as the night itself, as hard as ice that would never melt. "Put that paper back into the folder and burn everything tonight. Charlie Vane died the moment he walked out of Capital five years ago. The man lying at that port is none of my concern."

“That is a complete lie, sir. She blocked the door and put her hands on me first.” “I do not care who started it,” he cut in sharply, glaring at both of us with total authority. “If I see or hear even a whisper of another altercation between you two before this showcase concludes, I will personally sign the paperwork to disqualify both of you on the spot. Do I make myself crystal clear?” Mirabelle bit her lip, swallowing hard before ducking her head. “Yes, sir. My apologies.” “Yes, sir,” I muttered, pulling my jacket straight and stepping back.

The Beta. He is not like Kael. He is composed. His clothes are clean. His hair is trimmed. He carries himself with a quiet authority that doesn't need a growl to back it up. He stands in the doorway and looks at me for a long time. "You look like your mother." Vane says. I freeze. I stop pacing and stare at him. "You knew her?" "I saw her during the raid." Vane says. His voice has no emotion. It is just a statement of fact. "She was a fighter. She took down three of our men before the Alpha finished her."

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

Mason uttered. “They are allowed to put traps?” Rhea asked with her eyes wide. “Coach does whatever he Wants" Mason uttered. “I know the ropes of this forest. Kai and I analysed it before coming here so everyone should follow behind me…” “Who's the captain here?” I interrupted his words and he turned to me wuthering a frown. “There are no captains in a scavenger hunt, Zander. We are a team…” “I don't give a fuck, who is the Captain here?” I asked again and he clenched his jaws.

"A seat on your council, Marcus? I have ten thousand swords at my back. I don't need you to give me a chair I can take with an iron boot." Vane flicked his wrist, dropping the tip of his broadsword from Natalia’s throat to the stone between them. He looked at Natalia, then at the silent, glowing form of Kael. "You cleared the palace," Vane said to Natalia, a cold spark of professional respect glinting in his dark eyes. "You drowned my vanguard at the Serpent's Tail. That's good soldiering for a thief from the slums. But your rebellion is out of breath. Look at your giant. His core is bleeding. He won't survive another hour of independent strain."