Mavuika X Capitano Novels & Stories

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

Bain and Sokolov stepped off the black SUV, the salty island air still clinging to their clothes. The images from the island haunted them—young lives shattered, organs harvested, innocence stolen. Their grim silence said more than words could. Back in the fortified stronghold, Bain’s phone buzzed. A secure message from Petrov awaited, confirming troubling intel: General Arturo de la Cruz was making his move to dismantle their empire. Bain’s jaw tightened. He dialed Petrov and then Sokolov. Moments later, the four sworn brothers—Bain, Petrov, Sokolov, and the Vulture—assembled around the high table in the dimly lit war room.

It makes me want to puke in their faces because they squandered their degrees and diplomas, only to turn out to be vile murderers. A pale lady on the front porch smiled at me. She extended a mug toward me, as if inviting me to join her for a drink. But a tear slid down my cheek upon seeing her in her state. What did Santi do to Julius' mother to drive her insane? "Is this enough?" When I heard the tall cop speak, panting and sweating as he leaned the shovel under his chin, I blinked several times. Captain Guevarra is his name, according to the metal plate on his shirt.

I would’ve felt pity for him…if his men hadn't hurt my Gina. His eyes finally met mine once again…but this time…he was no longer looking as cocky as he was before. “Gustav.” I called out the man I knew will not hesitate to carry out my plan, no matter how dark or dangerous it got. “What do you want done to him, Capo?” Gustav walked forward, his smile holding a wicked gleam as he looked at the man with bloodthirsty eyes.

The face of the captain was a deathly pale; he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, not knowing how should he answer, although he did, albeit falteringly, "The Chamber of Repose is where all previous High Chieftains rest... and the present High Chieftain has decreed that absolutely no one is permitted entry..." "AH?!" The mind-controlled woman barked and snarled at him, her nostrils flaring. The captain began sweating copiously with a troubled and bewildered look on his face. A shadowy figure shimmered and appeared just in front of the captain. It was Xiao Chen. His hand closed on the throat of the captain and he lifted him up. "IMPUDENCE!" That was the last straw for the captain. He l

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

Mavric caught the hammer with his bare hands ignoring the electric shocks burning his palms then yanked it with such immense force that the man’s arm dislocated. “You are blocking my path to my wife,” Mavric said in a voice so low it was terrifying. He headbutted the man squarely in the face, then snapped his neck with one swift motion. Mavric placed his foot on the chest of the lifeless captain, staring at the remaining guards who now trembled in fear. “Tell me where she is, or I will make sure every inch of this building becomes your grave.” It was a brutal humiliation; the Syndicate thought they could trap Mavric with sheer numbers, but instead, they were facing a natural disaster walking

The Mafia Lord. The man who had destroyed countless families without blinking, who carved his empire from fear and corpses. And now… my captor. He lifted his gaze, locking on mine, and for a moment, the entire world stopped. “Bring her here,” he said, voice deep, controlled, and laced with arrogance that made it sound like an order from God Himself. My body went cold. “No! You can’t do this!” I screamed, kicking, struggling. My voice cracked, raw with terror. “Why me? I don’t even know you!”

"A toast to our Famiglia's finest Capo!" I stood ten feet away, my feet glued to the floor. The Elders raised their glasses, praising Camilla's brilliance and Silas's eye for talent. Camilla lowered her head modestly. "It was all under Don Silas's guidance." I watched as my blood, sweat, and tears were casually handed over to someone else. Anger, humiliation, and deep resentment collided in my chest. I forced my trembling hand to steady, grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and walked right up to them.