Gokaiger Captain Marvelous Novels & Stories

I stared out the office window, pulling out a cigar which I secured in between my lips and one of the guards stepped forward with a lighter. The bustling city never went quiet with people going about their lives. Most of them had no idea how many disasters were avoided every day simply because men like me existed. Everybody wanted to pretend the world ran on laws and Maria had accidentally stumbled into information she wasn't supposed to have. "What did she say?" I took a drag, puffing smoke in the air. "She said she's going to tell him." He replied. I wasn't surprised in the least. Jovan was her boss and he was good to her.

“This mission nearly ended up in disaster.” “Come on, we’re lucky that both you and Ren didn’t ended up getting killed!” said Tohya comfortingly. “The captain won’t blame you for it, and neither would the Elder. They’ve both gotten intel on the job from Italy’s authorities.” “A cover-up?” Ren guessed, and Tohya nodded. “I knew it.” [1] -taichou: Captain or commander in Japanese.

"Are you blind!? This man is a member of The Black Guard! It should be clear as day she's in league with them! She must be a plant to gather information or recruit for them! What kind of sorry ass captain are you!? Your incompetence is showing!" "Oh my incompetence?" A smug smile began spreading over the Captain's face. He held up a small stone attached to the necklace and began pouring magic into it. There was a brief flicker, an image of how the fight began was displayed mid air as if it was a hand held projector.

They stood firmly on the deck which was violently shaking like a bell and began shooting almost unaffectedly. Not long after, all the armed bodyguards were dead from headshot in tens of seconds! Meanwhile, the captain of the yacht aimed his gun at Porter, but in the next second, Porter had moved instantly, subsequently grabbing his neck. The captain was extremely terrified, and he struggled as he exclaimed, “Y-you’re a martial arts master?!” Porter nodded with a smirk. “You’re not too bad. You’ll soon become a three-star martial artist.” The captain was shocked, and he hurriedly said, “Sir, you’re so strong! Why are you servicing a mere Italian mafia?”

The damn chauvinistic bastard had the effrontery to make it look like he deserved a second chance. He forced me to look him in the eye and made another attempt at the kiss. I tried pushing him away but his hands were stronger than mine. I really didn't want to kiss him, it strangely felt like I was kissing my captor but my body worshipped him and his entire existence. He was a devil but he saved my life regardless of everything and somehow that had gotten the best part of me.

The golden-eyed Captain was standing just behind Mwajuma, her spear raised, a look of flawless, stoic bravery on her face. The boy recognized his torturer. The woman who had shoved the iron ladle down his throat. The architect of his agony. A surge of pure, desperate hatred pierced through his corrupted madness. He let out a deafening, echoing shriek and charged, completely ignoring Mwajuma and the Vanguard. He wanted the Captain. His chaotic magic flared, gathering in his massive hands like a localized purple sun. Mwajuma saw the beast lock eyes with Zuri. She saw the monster completely bypass her, its horrifying, corrupted gaze fixed entirely on the woman she loved.

said Marvel, then he took Keysha's hand and boarded the speed boat. "Who will be the captain?" Keysha asked. "I," Marvel pointed at himself. "Is that possible?" Keysha asked. "You can, dear; don't worry, I'm halal certified," joked Marvel. "Vel seirus," said Keysha. "Yes, darling, I'm serious too. Come on," Marvel helped Keysha get on the speed boat. "Are you sure you can?" Keysha asked. "You don't need to be afraid; come here; just look at the view; leave everything to me," said Marvel while kissing Keysha's cheek.

he challenged. My brow raised up to my hairline, wanting to laugh and frown at his statement at the same time. "Threatened?" I scoff. This made the audience blink, flicking their eyes between me and the guard who just said the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. "What is your position again?" I ask. He curls his hand into a fist and placed it against his heart. "I am Kappa Thor, leader of the pack's warriors," he introduces himself with such pride and honor and with the way he spoke, yet I am not impressed at all.

Yes, it's GEM-B, a member of Waku-waku who was defeated by Herman, Varz, and Katon in Kertha Gosa. "Welcome." He said. "To Paradise!" He raised his arms to the sky. The wind blows from the end of the room. His orange loincloth is waving slowly like a flag, but they can't see his dick at all. Kartika and Aoi looked intimidated and they pant heavily. "Oh no." Herman and Varz get demotivated. "What the fuck is this?' Alfi gets demotivated as well. "Hey, do you know this sick creature?" Alfi asked Herman and Varz while pointing at that guy.

"Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... As his voice drones on and the captains file in, my eyes run over the different species of males critically. I focus intently on the Gaimo males, but I don't limit myself. Many of them are handsome even if their coloring and looks are different than most humans. Surprisingly I find the Frole males to be the most fascinating to study. "Next up, Lieutenants. Lt. Modok- Gaimo, Lt. Mashorn- Cok, Lt. Keda