Quotes Captain Novels & Stories

Elijah chided, though there was more affection than anger in his tone. He held her tight, as if afraid she might slip away from him. "You're going to live. We still have a lifetime together." Such sweet words. Unfortunately, they weren't meant for me. I doubted I was included in the future he spoke of. Just then, an urgent voice crackled through the boat's radio. "Captain Jensen, come in! This is Staff Captain Oscar Baker. We've completed the headcount, but one person is missing. We're turning back to look for them."

Our Captain, has been drinking far too much liquor “Oh cruel world. So it seems that the others have caught wind of something. I guess this is a better fate than having to run from such a predicament any longer.” Said the Captain as he slumped down back in his chair “What do you mean Sir?” Trosdig asked. “What I’m saying is that those accusations are true.”

"What are you talking about?" "Well, miss, I did introduce myself as third captain. That's how this all works, you see. Troy has been second in command since him and Cap were boys. Troy is the captain of the Persephone in his stead when Cap's not on deck to give orders, like right now, for example." "Rethinking going to your quarters for a while, aren't you?" Troy was grinning like an idiot. I hated him. "Fine," I ground out, walking forward with my chin jutting toward the sails, not making eye contact with Troy as I passed him. "Show me to my room, Robbie."

I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.” He laughed, it was a deep, rich sound. It was no mystery why the ladies were swooning over him. In the next moment, I saw a strange expression flash across his face, and he looked at me intently. “You should stop working here.” I scoffed, “And let my mother die on the sickbed? That's a fat no.” Before he could reply, laughter erupted from the door of the club. It was so familiar that it made me turn. Damn it. What were these guys doing here?

“There he is.” “Son of a bitch. There he is. Right there,” the captain shook his head in disbelief. “Give me a name.” “Philip Carson.”

"Whether I like them or not. Whether they're useful to me or not. When they fail, I fail. That's what a captain is." It was a real answer. Not a deflection, not a power play. A real thing he believed. I didn't know what to do with that. "Go to sleep, Valdez," he said, picking up his marker. "You've got two goals and a bruised shoulder. Both of those things have consequences for tomorrow."

There is only one way to describe Elias Lockhart… Cocky to the bone.  And Raeliana Roosevelt? The one girl who refuses to fall for his charm. After one humiliating encounter too many, Elias offers her a deal: fake date him, survive Manhattan’s most ruthless private college, and make his ex regret ever leaving him. The rules were simple. Don’t fall in love.  Don’t tell the truth.  And definitely don’t let the whole school discover your relationship is fake. But sometimes the hardest fall doesn’t happen on the ice… It happens when your heart forgets the rules.

"Take care of yourself. Never let yourself in danger. Kapag alam mong may mali, tumakbo ka na. Don't ever make another reason for me to cry!" Tumango-tango ako habang nasusukang yumakap pabalik. Hindi nagtagal ay dumating na ang kapitan ng barko at mga kasama niya sa barko. The four men have different aura, auras that are surely intimidating. "Welcome aboard! I am Captain Luigi and they are my sailors. They are warriors trained to survive the ocean." "I am Cronus." "I am Lifa." "Seraph." "I am Gavin." I smiled at them. "There's no need for formality, I am Juliet!" pagpapakilala ko.

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.

He looked up and said only, “You did it clean.” She let the praise sit like a band on a wound. “Tomorrow I meet the captains,” she said. “Tomorrow they meet you,” he corrected. “Remember: captains are mirrors. They show their crews what to be afraid of.” She slept light and woke with steel in her mouth. The captains filed into the long room like a Greek chorus in suits—old scars, new watches, faces set in those neutral lines men wear when they want to be surprised by nothing. Vince stood at her shoulder; Marco took notes with a pen that made pleasing noises on paper. Lenny sat two seats down, which was both a kindness and a test.