Heat Wave Captain Cold Novels & Stories

Wake up you sluts!.” Captain growled, splashing water on them. Tina and Meredith scrambled up. their torn clothes were wet, clinging to their skin. Captain’s pulse raced as his dick hardened. “The only person who’s on a holiday here is…” he pointed at himself. He smirked at Tina, his eyes lingering on her breast. Tina scowled and crossed her arms over her chest as she gathered her knees to herself. “Not happy to see me? Or were you beginning to think i would never show up,” Captain said aloud, dragging Tina’s to the iron bar violently with the chain tied to her ankle.

Something hot and possessive coils in my chest. I don’t trust that bastard. Not for one second. And if Luca Vance so much as hurts Noah again— He’s going to learn exactly why I’m the most feared captain in the league. On the ice. Or off it.

"They have searched every rock line along the coast, but her scent profile is completely washed away by the heavy rain." The dark downpour continues to hammer the deck as total night dominates the sky, the temperature dropping to a freezing register that leaves the entire crew shivering with exhaustion. My white tunic is completely soaked through, clinging tightly to my broad shoulders, yet my spine remains perfectly straight at the bow of the ship, my eyes drilling holes into the darkness. "Alpha Gaston, step inside the timber cabin and consume a mug of burning liquor," the ship captain shouts, pouring a hot measure of strong drink to ward off the freezing air. "Your frame will freeze to de

If he hesitated, the anchor would press for details. ​"I am the captain of this team, Jim," Rhys said, his voice hardening with genuine conviction. "I have never backed down from a challenge, and I am not starting now. My preparation is on schedule. Sasha is ensuring my body is exactly where it needs to be. We will be on the ice when the clock starts." ​"That is what Chicago wanted to hear," the anchor said. "Congratulations to you both." ​The monitor went black. The live stream was disconnected.

Alarmed. The man leaned close. Whispered something. The Prophet's face lost color. Not much Just enough but it was there. And suddenly Savannah realized something terrifying. Whatever was happening... the Prophet hadn't expected it. The captain whispered again. The Prophet closed his eyes briefly. Then opened them. Cold. Furious. "Damn it." The curse slipped out before he could stop it. Mason noticed immediately. "So the great Prophet can be surprised." The Prophet ignored him. His gaze swept toward the mountains.

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

Her blood was soaking through my shirt, warm and slick against my chest. I should’ve let her go. After everything she’d done. The lies, the manipulation…But I couldn’t. Even now, with the storm screaming and the world collapsing around us, I held her tighter against my chest. The storm wasn’t just a weather phenomenon anymore. It was inside me too—grief, fury, love, betrayal, ripping through me in a whirlwind of emotions I couldn’t outrun. “Back to the hotel—this way, Mr. Ricchezza!” Captain Hembapu Zimmermann shouted, making a sharp turn. We rode past the rusted hull of the Bom Jesus shipwreck, its towering frame briefly shielding us from the worst of the wind.

Just there, at the top… “Hockey Captain’s Bet Exposed. Was It All a Game?” A screenshot dropped next. Tyler: Bet says Carter can’t make her fall in a week. Another message underneath. You’re on. Ryan: Watch me. The words blurred for a second before snapping back into focus. But there was more. Messages below it, laughing reactions. Comments. I couldn’t breathe. Around me, the noise grew louder. “Yo, he actually did it.” “That’s messed up.” “Isn’t that the girl from the livestream?”

“Planning on dying from heat stroke or what?” I chuckle before taking a long sip from the cold beer. “You were surfing for hours, Harry and I know there’s something wrong.” She adds. I shake my head, “There’s nothing wrong.” I lied. “I swear to God if you won’t tell me, I will go Captain America on you.”