My Beautiful Commander Novels & Stories

His lips burst and he spat out blood,while laying sprawled on the ground. " You ungrateful bastard". Juan said between gritted teeth. "Since you know how to order people around,why don't I send you straight to hell where you belong. You'll be a great commander over there" Juan said with a sick smile. He brought out his gun and just as he was about pulling the trigger,the front door burst open, revealing..............

Dave didn't seem to notice, though. A tall, dark, and handsome commander came to greet us and explain the camp's rules. "Why are they watching us like that?" Summer murmured. "They rarely see beautiful women." The commander answered, looking her up and down with a seductive stare, and my friend tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, blushing and batting her lashes. "I'm Franklin, by the way, high commander. I'm enchanted to meet such a beauty like yourself," he said, extending his hand to Summer, and she took it shyly.

Hence, the surgical strike from the air by two human fighters who also held knowledge of the supernatural kingdom. “Commander !” Penelope saluted back, her body following the strict protocol of the special military wing but her red rimmed eyes betraying her emotions. “We will come back, Miss President. Don’t worry,” the Commander and Mission Head replied smartly, although he was trying everything in his power to control himself from flinging away his helmet and embracing his beautiful mate.

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.

“Rachelle Simon from Dark Soul Pack, I hereby give to you the power of a battlefield commander. At the age of 16, you just reached a high position that no one had ever done. You’re the first woman who stepped in to become one of the best battlefield commanders. And I am obliged to admit that I am so amazed and proud of you.” I bowed my head a little as the Alpha King put the gold medal and hooked it on my neck as a sign that I really became a battlefield commander.

She looked up at Liam, a cold, brilliant smile lighting up her features. "The wall is dead, Commander," Anna said, her tone carrying the quiet triumph of a grandmaster placing the final piece on a board. "The chessboard is entirely yours." Liam’s slow dangerous grin returned. His white teeth caught the dim morning light filtering through the dispersing fog, sharp and menacing. With a low, guttural sound in his throat, his claws extended from his fingertips with a sharp, lethal snick, the dark, polished keratin gleaming with deadly intent. He raised a heavy, fur dusted fist high into the air, a silent command that rippled back through the fog. Behind him, five hundred elite Blackwood warriors

"Yes, you might not believe it, but all our allies, I will always consider as friends. The east fields are a great help for transporting some armories and technology we need. I can't afford to lose that connection, especially because he's the next alpha," "Hmm," he hummed and looked sideways,"Well then, I will try to convince the council that neither of you will get a punishment," "That's great, commander," I was about to leave the place because my comrades were waiting for me in the dining hall, but he moved closer and pulled out of his pocket. "By the way, if I may," he then gave me a photograph of a young woman with dark hair and a wide smile on her face. Her eyes resemble the eyes of Com

He answered with respect, and I followed him to the place I’d been to a thousand times. I knew his mother. A good woman. I just hoped she wasn’t getting the wrong idea about my personal maid and her son. I heard my boys raising hell inside, and before I could be happy to find them, bitterness climbed my throat again. Seems the whole damn realm thinks Tempest and my Commander make a perfect pair. I wanted to kick the door in and send them to run laps around the pack. Still, when my fierce stare met those scared gray eyes, my chest thudded hard.

“What do you want?” The commander smirks. “I already have what I want. You captured and Altinna on the brink of destruction.” My heart pounds in my chest. “What are you going to do with us?” The commander steps closer, his smile widening. “That depends on what your friend Permiton decides.” The mention of Permiton’s name sends another wave of confusion and anger through me. What does the commander mean by that? What is Permiton deciding? The commander turns to leave, but before he does, he glances over his shoulder, his expression darkening. “I’d get comfortable if I were you. You’ll be here for the night .”