Aot Captains Novels & Stories

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful

He almost looks as if he is made of metal. The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

And then, match day arrived. The stadium was almost full, far more than expected for a “charity game.” But that was the power of gossip. Rumors about Maya and Leo had pulled in more than just fans. There were cameras everywhere. Journalists from all the major outlets. Scouts. Executives. Even Adidas reps in the VIP box beside Sir Alistair Finch, who watched everything with a sharp, unreadable gaze. The noise was thunderous as the teams walked out. Maya and Leo, both captains in their mixed-team squads, barely looked at each other. Just a flicker of eye contact. But it said enough: Let’s do this.

“He says he’s proud of the championship. But I know he still wants me in the company boardroom by fall.” Vivi set her brush down. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him. They stood like that for a long time, his chin resting on her head. The embrace carried everything they couldn’t say—the fear of the future, the strength they found in each other, the quiet promise that they would not let outside forces pull them apart. Marcus sent daily updates. The unknown sender had gone silent, but that silence felt louder than any threat. Professor Lang added extra security volunteers. The rugby boys volunteered to stand near the stage during the ceremony. Everyone was watching, waiting.

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

Doing it in Denver, with this team, was headline news. Jeremy continued, “I’m also proud to announce your 2004 team captains, as voted by the players themselves. On offense: Trisha Steinmetz. On defense: Alexandra Jordan and Morty Sample, co-captains. And on special teams: Heather Wammack.” The captains stood, each receiving their jersey and a handshake from Jeremy and Jenifer. The pride in the room was palpable. “Now,” Jeremy said, “Jenifer, the captains, and I will take your questions.”

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”