Gundam Captain Novels & Stories

“Captain, our organization has declined! When has the captain of our organization ever behaved so lowly?” Campian rolled his eyes and said in a displeased tone, “You just don’t get it. Don’t you find the chief’s attitude toward Kayson very strange?” Willow was puzzled. “Is it?” Campian had got to hand it to the girl’s cluelessness. He explained, “Think about this. Kayson is already a pre-celestial fighter despite his young age. “Have you ever encountered such a young pre-celestial fighter outside of Metrocity?” “No.”

The captain's eyes narrowed. "I know you, Evo Xylon Anderson." He fell silent. Right! How could he not be recognized? He is a model of a popular men's magazine and the clothes, perfumes, and accessories he endorses are owned by the company he also owns. "Damn it!" he whispered. "Miss Lichauco needs to know this." The captain took his mobile phone from his pocket. His fingers quickly typed the woman's number. "Wait a minute! Don't report me! What do I have to do to convince you?"

It was such an old gesture, so formal and so completely out of character with everything Drake usually was, that I felt the back of my throat tighten unexpectedly. "Don't die in Hell," he said. "I didn't pull you back from the Neverplain to lose you to it." "I'll do my best," I said. "Your best involves catastrophic collateral damage and a body count." "But I'm usually still standing at the end." Something moved in his expression that might have been, in a different face, a smile. He released my shoulders, reassembled himself into Council Elder and Divine Warrior and ancient tactician, and followed Greg and Andrews out of the room.

His heavy hand rested casually on his hip, right beside his worn leather wristband. "They aren't ready for what you're about to show them, Cassy," Karius added softly, his set lips relaxing into a rare, barely noticeable smile. "None of them are." I looked at the three of them—Elijah, the commanding leader; Chase, the passionate charm; and Karius, the stoic protector. They were three alpha hockey captains who could tear an entire arena apart, yet right now, they were hanging on my every word, waiting to watch me take over. The sheer raw attraction between us was a living, breathing thing in the room, tight and intoxicating.

"Shut your bloody mouth, rascal. If you say any word, I will shoot your head." What is going on here? I trembled with fear. The construction manager is holding a gun to the Captain's head. Dramatically got up, Ibrahim approached the Captain and said "Mr. Captain. If I need, I can arrange a new captain in three hours. You know that, right?" "Yes, I know," Captain. "Then..?" he raised his eyebrows and looked at Captain with a small smile. The Captain remained silent. "He will corporate with us. So remove the gun," Ibrahim said as he lit the cigarette.

he said making kashvi's head fire in anger. She looked at him with angry narrowed eyes to which he kissed in the air in her direction to annoy her more. . . . Kashvi's Pov.:- He carried me in his arms and my eyes went on his bandage. " Doesn't he feel hurt in carrying me? what is he a superman? " my head thought. however, seems like I said it aloud because he replied " no I am not superman because it hurts but not more than the happiness I felt by carrying you in my hold "

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

Was that what he thought it was? Maddox chuckled without humor. "As you can see, we still have work to do. But once I perfect the formula and process, just imagine an army with abilities like that. They could be unstoppable." Greed kindled hotly in the doctor's gaze as he envisioned it. Vincent hid his distaste. He cared little for gold or glory. But power was necessary for change. Maddox's twisted work could be turned to noble purpose, in time. "Most impressive indeed," Vincent praised. "We will, of course, compensate you well for perfecting this serum and providing us the means of replication." He knelt and lifted Gia's chin almost tenderly. "This one still has some promise left in her."

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Driven by the restless energy bubbling inside me, I decided to head over to the camp gym to burn some of it off before the morning briefing. I put on a matching set of dark athletic leggings and a fitted top, grabbed my water bottle, and strolled over to the fitness center located just a stone's throw from our residential hall. The room was sparsely populated with a few familiar faces from the competition, but I was relieved to see that Mirabelle wasn’t one of them. I stepped onto one of the treadmills, setting a light jog to warm up my muscles. I was just settling into a smooth rhythm when a deep, smooth voice called my name over the mechanical hum of the machine.