Flying Dutchman Captain の小説・ストーリー

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

“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.”

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

Luke was wondering where this part of her hidden for some time now was. “They were my crew, and yes, we robbed other ships, especially the rich ones, British, French, oh I loved attacking Spanish too. And yes, I was Captain. Most feared one of the Seven seas, I must add. Captain Dirk… that was the name I was going by. Oh, what days those were… I was ruthless, and I can’t say I am proud of what I did, but it helped channel frustration and kept me sane. It diverted my mind from spiraling into the abyss…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon. Welcome on board. This is Captain Revamonte speaking.” I was stopped from my track, my hands were still in the compartment. I felt cold. “Yanna, faster,” Kyla whispered when she noticed I was not moving. “Who's our Captain?” I ask, my voice stuttered. “If I am not mistaken, it was Captain Revamonte, right?” Kyla was giggling upon mentioning the Pilot’s name. Revamonte. There are a lot of Revamonte, for sure! He’s not the only one. There are even a lot of Suarez Surnames, so I’m sure he’s not the only Revamonte, right?

Just like that, the captain said to them right away, “Come with me!” With that, he strode ahead hurriedly, followed by Michael and Ivanka. The others stared after them, mesmerized. At that moment, the pilot was struggling. The back of his shirt was drenched in sweat. He was currently responsible for hundreds of lives…

Of course I had to be sure the goods were complete and I got the right product. “Spider, Sniper. Come with me”. I beckoned them to follow me while Dragon controlled the other men. We boarded the ship easily tracing through the cabinets and compartments until we got the captain. A shiny headed Italian man, he was neatly dressed in his sailor uniform and cap. A quick smile spread through his lip as he saw me approach him. “Ha! Captain, I greeted first. “You don’t need all these my friend”. He said pointing at my men with his eyes. “Oh! The guns you mean? These are my men and I need to have them around”. I replied sharply, taking a last drag of cigar before letting off the short tail into the w

“Why are you insisting on leaving? Are you hiding something? Do you know that man?” “No. So, let's go–” “Mr. Marcellos!” My face brightened when the captain came back, followed by his men. I did not waste any more time because my husband seemed in a hurry. “Captain, who was that man from earlier?” “W-Who?” “The inmate who created the scene here. You dragged him out before he finished his words.” He scratches his chin and glances at Dante. “Go ahead. Tell her.” My brows furrowed at what Dante said to the captain.

He would make a great beta. “I gladly accept Alpha. Thank you.” Diego said as Silvia stood behind him crying. Once we were fully loaded the captain announced that we would be taking off within the next 5 minutes. We all buckled up as I heard Diego come across the intercom telling us that Santiago was our pilot, and Diego was the co-pilot. Both were fine fighters but they had also gotten their pilots licenses so that we would not have any strangers privy to our conversations. It5r also helped when we had to travel with others not from our pack as we had the extra security.