Novel & Cerita Flying Dutchman Captain

“I shouldn’t feel this much, but I like you. A lot more than I should, probably.” God, I wanted to bury myself. Why did I do something so stupid out of anger! “Imani!” someone called. I turned the corner too quickly, straight into a firm chest. My books flew from my hand. “Watch it.” I looked up, and there he was, the devil. Nicolas Jamieson. A smirk tugging at his lips as he stood tall. He looked like sin and sleepless nights, rumpled hoodie, baseball cap, a smell of whiskey still on him.

Not at first. We worked under the same boss…Don Luciano. The old man was a legend in the Mafia world, the kind of guy whose name alone made grown men piss themselves. But he was sick, weak. Cancer was eating him alive, and he knew his time was running out. He needed someone to take over, and for some reason, he had his eyes on Dante. Always Dante. The memory hit me like a punch to the gut as I sat in my chair, the cigar in my hand burning down to ash. My mind drifted back to the day it all started to crumble.

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

“I know it is too sudden. But I can’t let you go. I found you finally and it’ll be hard for me if you are so far…” She only smiles at him. “It’ll be a two-hour flight.” He said. The captain approached them and welcomed her and the Duke warmly. “We will have a smooth flight since the weather is calm.” The captain said. “Everything you like has been prepared, your grace. And I hope that you will also enjoy the flight, Miss Winter.” She nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Captain Lance.” As soon as the captain left, Paxton stood and walked around her as he reached her chin to kiss her but she covered his mouth and he kissed her hands. Shortly, he sat back and buckled his belt. Then, the captain gr

A noble man entering a kitchen and cook for a group of woman was definitely a hoax, but seeing how confident their captain was they started to questions themselves. "He really did..Even though VP Elijah and General Andrea were frantic to stop him, instead he just ignored them and cooked everything himself…the food was delicious, sometimes when he bored he will come down and sang for us Maidens…Mr.Perfect was definitely different from all men in Fantasma..". (Captain Alouis) "He really was, isn't he?….Captain Bertha, welcome back…".(No.7 Private 1st class Pradine) As they were fawning over the man of their dreams, Captain Bertha comes in, All the private 1st class stood up and salute her upon

"Whether I like them or not. Whether they're useful to me or not. When they fail, I fail. That's what a captain is." It was a real answer. Not a deflection, not a power play. A real thing he believed. I didn't know what to do with that. "Go to sleep, Valdez," he said, picking up his marker. "You've got two goals and a bruised shoulder. Both of those things have consequences for tomorrow."

At this time, the captain hurriedly said, “Lord Schulz, I will set off now. I will certainly find the body and send it to the Japanese Self-Defense Force!” Cadfan replied, “You don’t need to come back if you cannot figure out a way to get this done!” “Okay, Lord Schulz!” The captain agreed immediately. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Charlie with a pleading look on his face as he said, “Sir, if Cadfan Schulz finds out that I lied to him, he will certainly hack me into a thousand pieces…”

I added after a while. The captain chuckled at my command and he said, Aye, Captain! I felt like a grade school, but nevermind. I was happy. "Do you like it?" he asked. "Of course, Baka!" I said, not paying attention to him as the helicopter started to rise. Omg! I never thought the city lights in our town were this amazing above. "Don't you know how to fly?" "I do, but I still need a license. Don't worry," he looked at me with his deep gray eyes that became more astonishing due to the moonlight from the window. "I promise to fly with you when I become a captain."