Steve X Captain Tankmen Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It's not just a simple team we are up against, even you can agree. It's Starwest hockey team and we've never played them before.” The microwave chimed, it was time to get it out. “So? We will kick their asses the way we've been doing for other teams the last years.” “That's the thing, Noah. Like us, they've never been beaten before. Guess who their captain is.” I started digging into my food without a care in the world. “Am I supposed to be bothered?” “Vale.” I dropped the fork and it hit the table with a clank sound “Which Vale?” “The same Vale we know from Brooklyn high, Valentine McCall.”

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

And he nodded his head while pursing his lips. “Well, I’m Captain Stevens and this is my whole outfit. I want you to know that I run a very tight ship around here. We salute, we never have a soldier standing still, we are constantly working to make ourselves the best that we can be. Do you understand?” He asked. “Yes, sir.” I said.

She uprooted her whole life to be here, and I haven’t been here for her in the way that I should. With my mind replaying everything that just happened, I wasn’t sure what to do. So, I went for a run. Halfway through Raiden mindlinked me. ‘Zev, I just lit a fire under Steve’s ass. He’s so angry. Good job acting like an asshole, although you do have a lot of practice.’ ‘Yeah, I studied you.’ I joked. ‘Funny.’ He replied without any humor in his voice. I guess we’re not there yet. ‘Steve should be mindlinking you pretty soon; he stormed out a little while ago when I mentioned wanting to rule this pack like a dictator. Did I take things too far?’

It was precisely because Steve's realm was completely incomparable with the group of monsters equivalent to Heavenly Spirit Realm that everyone did not take him too seriously from the beginning. In everyone's mind, he was at most a human cultivator, and he played a role in communication. However, when all the demons looked desperate, Steve showed an utterly different viciousness.

Aria said, getting up with the help of her clutch. I was still seated outside the mini cafe with a soft drink place in front and my phone in my hands, typing to Steve. “I've gotten to her” I texted him but no reply yet. Steve said he wanted to speak with Xanthea and convince him to help his business, which was not the case because Steve was already well off. While I don't know his actual goals were, I could assume he needed to use him to expand his pack. Xanthea is well known as the alpha with the most members, which consist of able soldiers and a wide range of land. I bet that's what Steve is aiming for.

What kind of emotions did I even have towards Maxton that were making me act so out of line like this? ‎“Hey,” a voice said. I looked towards the direction to see who it was, and it was a hot guy. Steve, I guess his name was, and he happened to be the popular captain of the football team. A well-known fuckboy, but he was effortlessly hot, and from what I’ve heard, he was really good for a one-night stand. ‎ ‎“Hi,” I greeted back as I downed another cup of alcohol. ‎ ‎“Talia, isn’t it?” he asked while I nodded my head, forcing a smile.

He said, a small smile showing on his face. “Kirsty, I need to talk to Tank about something, do you mind waiting outside sweetheart?” “Hang on Ink, she hasn’t met anyone yet, can I introduce her to some of the Old Ladies first?” I asked. “No problem, Tina is out there and I’m sure Bella is too.” “Great, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I took hold of Kirsty’s hand and pulled her out. “Why did you tell him?” she asked, “I didn’t. You did baby when you called me James.” She looked confused. “Nobody calls me James anymore. My road name is Tank and that is what I am called by everyone. Calling me James showed him that I trust you and you’re mine.” I explained.

“I’m not some wilting fucking flower. I put you and Steve on your respective asses.” That same voice reminded me I’d almost gone catatonic when McKenna had talked about her experiences in captivity, that I’d almost broken down just making fake women to pretend to sell. I shoved it to the back of my mind. There were women, real women, out there who needed my help. Tom couldn’t do everything I could. He sighed and dropped into his chair. “I know you’re not. But we’re talking about a shootout, not a parking lot brawl. Can you even use a gun?”