Heat Wave Captain Cold Novels & Stories

My fingers were intertwined behind my back as I shifted a bit where I stood. I didn't like it in here. The windows at the side of the room were left open providing the room with ventilation. I shifted my eyes from the window panes beyond the iron bars to the air-conditioner that was mounted high on the wall. Its vents were faced down as it hummed cool air into the space of the office. For some reasons, none of these were enough to keep me cool and calm. Beads of sweat formed at the nape of my neck and my temple. I felt hot in here regardless of how ventilated it was. The Captain made the bundle of paper flop on the desk and adjusted the rim of the glasses along the bridge of his nose. He mad

the servant girl said, but her eyes didn’t open. “We’ll be there in a few days,” Meg reminded him. “We’re over halfway there, and the captain assures me the difficult part is past.” “What’s the difficult part? Are we over shallow water now? Could we get out and walk if necessary?” He was certainly toying with her, but Meg could see the fear in his eyes. “I believe he meant no more icebergs. It’s practically summer now.” “It’s not even June.” “The water should be much warmer.”

They all have uncommon hair colors; they look like they have the blood of beauty gods in their veins. Even the captain is a delicatelypink-lippedd, handsome-faced, tall, and well-built hunk of male flesh. He's green-eyed and blue-haired with the palest skin I've been chanced to see. He might not be as pale as Cain, but he still stands out. I would have liked him. I would have tried to stroke his ego even. But I doubt this man has an ego. He's as cold as the ducking sea we're going through and he seems to take great pleasure in making me feel like piss.

Can it? "This the one who shot the flare?" Captain rumbles before taking another long pull of the cigar. He drags his hazel eyes down my body slowly lingering on my crotch and chest. I fight the urge to fidget. I am however thankful that I've kept my arms wrapped around myself. "Yes, sir. Seems some dudes took her swimming and left her to fend for herself on a raft when the currents grew too strong for her to swim back to shore." The captain grunts as he continues his perusal of me. As if my bare skin can tell him all my secrets. "Bring some blankets and warm food." He dismisses the man behind me with the flick of a wrist.

"Take this as an anointing oil, weakling." With a nasty smirk, he began squeezing the contents right over Jace’s head. Through all of this, the captain, Nico Lancaster, just sat there resting his chin on his hand. A faint, amused look crossed his face, like he was watching a mildly entertaining show. A wave of pure hatred washed over me. My chest burned with a furious, boiling heat, and I genuinely didn't know how much longer I could stand there without losing my mind. I had never felt this level of rage in my entire life.

Then I heard the voice echoing down the concrete hall. “You’re pathetic, Davis.” I froze. That low, cutting tone— I already knew it was him. “I need it, Ash! You don’t get it — you’re a natural. I’m fucking drowning out there.” A whiny, desperate voice. Then a third one, older and greasy. “Listen to the kid, Kingston. It’s clean. Pure performance shit. Nobody gets hurt.” “Shut up,” Asher snapped. “League finds that garbage in his bag, it blows back on my captaincy. I don’t let anyone fuck with my ice. Take the pills and walk.”

"Are you actually telling me Finn Reyes is the best we can do?" I slammed my mug onto the scratched wooden table of the Sol y Sombra Café. Hot oat milk splashed over the rim, scalding my thumb. I didn't flinch. "He’s the Captain of the Miami Ice Dome, Val. His jersey is the only one the local fans actually buy." Mariana didn't look up from her phone. Her thumb swiped aggressively. "The guy is a force of nature. A magnetic disaster. You need to write about the 'Primal Ice' phenomenon, and he is the phenomenon."

I whined. "I'm just saying, If you actually dated the hot hockey captain, Brighton will be fuming with jealous." She said, biting on a candy bar. "And I think the hot guy can even give you beautiful babies, unlike Brighton's ugly face, I wonder what you even saw in him," she shuddered. "Come on, Brighton is the hottest guy at school," I try to defend. Wrong. Roy is the hottest guy at school, it's barely a month and he's already Captain of the school team.

He could only face it head-on with a brave front. Ryan didn't idle either. While everyone was searching, he looked at the captain with playful eyes, scanning him from head to toe. Seeing the captain's trembling legs, a mischievous smile curved Ryan's lips. "Captain, if you haven't done anything wrong, why are your legs trembling?" The captain's mind went blank for a moment, and he hastily came up with an excuse, "It's cold, just cold! The sea breeze feels a bit chilly." "Sea breeze?" Ryan's smile deepened as she glanced around. Yes, there was indeed wind, but where was it cold? It was clearly a warm breeze!