Commander In Cheat Novels & Stories

" He started playing his favorite card—the emotional manipulation. It was his go-to weapon after every mistake, and it had never failed him before. In the past, I'd always softened. But today, watching his clumsy, fake performance, I only felt disgusted. I yanked my hand away from his like I'd touched something filthy. "Vincenzo Rossi." My voice came out steady and cold. "We're done." The room went silent. Vincenzo stood frozen in place, like he was seeing me for the first time. A few seconds later, he suddenly laughed. The sound was full of contempt and disdain.

He asked Cayden with a tone of ridicule. “Yeah.” “The same old bloke that Stinky Sir. Skippar thrashed like a child just the other day?” The Dwarf commander pressed on with his mockery. “If I don’t defeat your men, You get to keep my wife and never release our child,” Cayden said. “But if I do defeat your men, the reverse will be the case and I’ll be promoted to one of your best Commander ranks.” He added to my surprise and the surprise of everyone as I heard gasps emerge from around me.

he whispers as he concentrates on the untying sock challenge. I screw up my face. “Oh, because you have never lied to me… Mr. Mac.” I sneer sarcastically. He rolls his eyes. “If I am Mr. Mac, then you are Mrs. Mac. In fact,” he whispers. “You are the Mac Daddy of all Macs.” I smirk. He’s got me there.

"Mr. Harding, do you take Ms. Mauser to be your wife, for richer—" The officiant's words were cut off by a voice shouting, "Something terrible has happened, boss!" Zeke Shaw, one of Joshua's foot soldiers, came running in. "Boss, Ms. Cassidy is gone!"

Using the distraction, Rex dashed forward as fast as he could, and before the commander could react he lopped the large man's sword hand clean at the wrist and halted his forward momentum with a kick to the commander's chest, it was enough to make him fall backward. ‘Gods,’ Rex said to himself, with the force he used for his kick, the man should have flown backward, he was heavier than he anticipated. The commander moaned loudly as the shock subsided and the pain coursed through him, clutching the bleeding stump, “You mother**cker! You cheated me, you dishonourable f**k!!” he cursed. “You have no one to blame but yourself, you drew your attention away, so you’ve dishonoured yourself. Do you

Finally, I broke the silence, leaning forward with a faint smirk. “You know, Riley,” I said, my tone smooth, deliberate. “There’s something you need to understand about me—something most people figure out the hard way.” Riley’s gaze snapped to me, his anger barely contained. “What are you talking about?” I clasped my hands together and rested them on the desk, my eyes never leaving his. “Nobody crosses me and wins. Nobody. Because I’m not just a player in the game—I own the game. I am the game master.”

Angelo looked him in the eyes, detailing that although this character had the appearance of a good-natured fat Indian, he had a look full of hatred and greed. “That's not a problem; I can let one of your assistants go and bring the cash; it's just that I don't trust the banks, and then I'll let them go. I'm only asking for a small fee for the organization, a war tax.” The commander pulled out his prominent belly and twisted his lip, imitating a smile. “You damned commander, we had a deal, and as always, you broke it. You are a miserable rat, just like his father.” Diego struggled, trying to get up to hit his enemy.

He is, Hollowtailed one that has lost his most important aperture, his right eye. That barely standing door swings open to the actions of both Novin and Catarina. The bartender behind the withering shield that protects him from everyone else notices the insignia upon the armor of the commander. Chev, the one behind the bar snaps his fingers in the air. Everyone stands at the attention of the one that has come in. “Commander on deck.” He says in a stern and rustic voice. The people in the bar stand at attention and then show their respect by bowing. Everyone accepts the Jakalorn in the depths of his corner. Cat bows out of respect right back at them then nods and just like that, they go back

After suffering a punch from the commander, the protective energy within Chase was completely gone. "Damn it! He tricked me!" The commander's face fell as he said furiously, "You cunning bastard. You were pretending to be weak so that I'd make a wrong judgment. You wanted to use the opportunity to your advantage. I won't allow that!" He put his hands together for an incantation. True energy was channeled from his body and into the halberd, making it glow in a dark light as threads of dark runes appeared. The commander held up the halberd and rushed forward like a demonic king. He looked vicious and bloodthirsty as he headed right at Chase. He spun the halberd like a pinwheel, and the air aro

“I don’t understand. Explain more.” “Only the commanders of stealth have these symbols. It’s one only they could fully understand. These commanders scattered all around Lunaria, sharing information about themselves. One is Billy Scott of FangBorn pack. He was named minister of secret affairs of the pack. The second commander of stealth was Late Minister Elais.” “Only two?” I asked him, intrigued. He shook his head, gesturing the number ‘three’. “They’re three. The last commander of stealth is Ember Mayweather from the RedClaw pack.”