My Commander Novels & Stories

Zaric growled at the commander, shaking his head disappointedly as he remembered all those empty claims he used to hear by that same man. "Who are you? How do you know about Vulcan? Are you one of the loyal guards Vulcan had?" Asked the commander in a confused tone. The commander was starting to get angry as he heard the name he hated the most. He thought there was no one alive in this world to speak that bake in front of him ever again.

"You will move into my penthouse tonight. You will obey every command I give you. And when we are alone, you will call me Sir." "I hate you," I whispered, even as my nipples hardened against his chest. His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Keep telling yourself that, Sienna. It only makes me want to fuck the hate right out of you." He leaned in until his mouth brushed my ear. "Go back to your desk and clear your schedule. My driver will collect you at five. And tonight, I am going to spend hours reminding this greedy little cunt exactly who it belongs to now." He finally stepped back. I turned and walked out of the boardroom on shaky legs, my pussy already wet and aching from his filthy p

he says, and we move to take our proper spot in line. Everyone sits and Krystal does a good job of keeping track of the spacing. I sit down next to Fiadh while trying not to look uncomfortable. "Now then, let us begin. It is my greatest honor to present this Harvest's Champions. We begin with the Commanders-Commander Garlof, age 27, from the planet Cok. Defeated and conquered a Rusckods base with only seven soldiers. Commander Fornis, age 26, from the planet Cok as well. He led a covert mission into Muysocks controlled space. Not only was the mission a success, but he also didn't lose a single soul in the mission. Commander Burk, age 27, from the planet Hassin. Commander Burk and his team si

They encircled the trio, cutting off potential escape routes. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Brace yourselves.” The first wave struck without warning. Steel clashed against steel. Adrian met the nearest shadow head-on, muscles burning with effort, adrenaline sharpening his senses. Elena’s arrows flew with deadly precision, striking shadows as they lunged. Marcus moved like a whirlwind, blades slicing, every strike lethal. But it was the Commander who changed the battlefield entirely. Stepping from the mist, tall and commanding, eyes locked on Adrian, she radiated an unnatural aura of obsession.

“I know you want this. You want to rip this shirt off my body, and fuck me into this chair.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase the image as I fought my body’s natural instinct. My cock was as hard as a fucking rock as I sat there imagining what it will feel like sucking her breasts into my mouth. "You should stop!" "I like how you command me. It turns me on. Keep doing that and I might just come quick. Command me." She begged. Her words replayed in my head. She fucking likes it when I tell her what to do?

Every part of the capital functioned like a living organism. And I had built it. A knock sounded behind me. “Enter.” The door opened and one of my senior commanders stepped inside. Marcus. Tall, broad-shouldered, scar running across his jaw from a war years ago. He had once been an cast out Alpha without a pack. Now he commanded nearly eight hundred warriors inside my army. “Morning patrol reports,” he said, placing a tablet on the desk. I stepped inside from the balcony and glanced over the data. Supply routes clear.

The heavy canvas flap of the command tent was violently thrown open, admitting a furious swirl of mountain snow and three hulking northern wolves. At the head of the trio was Commander Vorn, a scarred, nine-foot veteran whose grey fur bristled with undisguised contempt. He wore heavy iron plate armor, his hand resting aggressively on the pommel of his massive two-handed greatsword. Flanking him were his two chief lieutenants, their amber eyes blazing with the predatory, mutinous rage of warriors who realized they had been sold a phantom empire.

Aefstine wasn't paying much attention to the conversation though. There was a warrior, right in front of him. Aefstine had heard a lot of tales about the Warlord King of the Maud, the wars he'd fought, and the battles he’d won. He couldn't believe that the same man in those tales was standing right in front of him- well not technically in front of him, more like in front of his father, but still… He looked up in awe at the hero he used to hear about all the time. That was King Randal Dyl Nirmolak.

Comare Chris responded and gradually stroll to the resort building with Nickolas coming after her behind as he admired every woman who bypassed him. Christina wads her eyes in response to his behavior. Commander Mario orders Vanessa's staff members to carry out the suitcases into their private suite while he hurriedly walks over to Vanessa to introduce himself. "Hey miss Rid, I'm commander Mario. Comare Chris's second in command. Why is a beautiful lady like you hiding on this island?" He raised a question with a naughty smirk on his face.

Commander, the international battlefield has strict limits, the average commander whose nerve response speed is three times that of the average person, ten thousand people, will produce a commander. A good general, such as Akatsuki, will come out of thousands of ordinary commanders. And a top commander will come out of hundreds of good generals. These top commanders had to go through large missions and be recognized to be honored, and Chu Xuning did not understand what the boundaries were. But he knew that their Yu boss was the top commander in the crowd, and with just one name, it would be powerful. Together with the International Center, the man called Shuangjie, Wang did not see Wang.