My Beautiful Commander Novels & Stories

his eyes dart to me with a sharp glare "—she clawed my damn eye out! She disobeyed me! She—she did what women aren’t supposed to do! She looked me in the eye—she talked back!" Jack exhales sharply through his nose, his gaze drifting lazily to me before settling back on the trembling commander. His lips curve into a slow, dangerous smirk. “Tell me,” he muses. “How can a weak little female like her possibly hurt a fly… let alone beat up a commander?” "She’s not weak!" the commander blurts out before he can stop himself. "This bitch is fucking strong!" His voice cracks with desperation, his wounded pride spilling out before he immediately sucks in a sharp breath, realizing what he just said.

After many months sa wakas ay masisilayan ko na ulit ang kampo at makikita ko na ulit ang mga kasamahan ko. Nakasunod lang sa akin si commander Leo. Nabigla na lang ako ng may isang mahiyain na babae ang lumapit kay commander Leo. Para siyang model dahil sa katawan niya at height. Kung manamit ito ay simple lang.

"Commander-in-Chief, the alliance master has given the order!" What?

The commander pulled the seat out beside her and sat down, smirking at her. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.” The commander said playfully, smiling at the beautiful lady next to him. Marcus rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin against his fist. His smirk deepened, and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. Zendaya forced out a breath and rolled her eyes. “This man!” She said, shaking her head. “And this man is all yours!” Marcus said, swaying his hands down and along his body in a showing fashion.

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

Stick with me okay . Riss -Okay...Dad Ben -Tch!Sugarpie or heartbeat would have been more better . Riss-Sugarpie my left toe . Ben -You are impossible.Let FaceTime I want to see your pretty face . Riss-Flattering me again . Ben -Am not .You are the most prettiest girl have ever met . Riss-Awwn and you are the most ugly guy have ever set my eyes on Ben -than...Wait ugly ?!!!

Nicholas smiled and replied as he nodded his head respectfully," Okay mam." His smile was an eyesore to Eliza and she clenched her fists thinking of another way to make him miserable. Soon, a smile appeared on her face as she ordered completely unaware of the effect her smile had on Nicholas, "Sort out all the files in the left corner rack and report me the summary within one hour."

Janelle I approached the living room and spotted a tall man seated on my late grandfather’s couch like he owned the place. The basket of oranges slipped from my hand, my jaw dropped when I saw who it was. It was Damian Cooper, CEO of Ranks Construction. One of the richest companies in the country. Every woman’s dream, but what was he doing here? Was this a dream? He stood up and took five steps to meet me where I stood—frozen still.

My dad, Alpha Zeb Lobo. “Scarlett! The prodigal daughter returns!” He exclaims with a big smile on his face, as though he didn’t just see me yesterday. “And Beta Cayden! To what do your mother and I owe this great honor?” I can’t help but roll my eyes at his rather hyperbolic, but still endearing reaction. “Hey, Dad. Is it cool if we come in?”

1954. “Stand up straight,” My mother breathes the words to me under her breath and her fingers reach out and pinch me where others will not notice. I no longer whimper when she does it. “Do not forget to smile.” It is not a reassurance- it is a warning. A warning to be perfect. I practice at night, pulling my lips into the wide grin she favors. I practice the pitch and tone of my voice as I dutifully extend my hand and repeat over and over ‘Hello, it is nice to meet you’ and ‘I am Rosalie Anderson, it is nice to meet you.’ I practice until I am practically blue in the face and when I sleep I no longer know who I am. If I am Rosalie Anderson, the girl who does not like her mother. The girl wh