Black Bulls Vice Captain Novels & Stories

"You think sharing this fixes everything? I lied to you from the start. Used the hate to get close. Planned to take down your name and walk away." "Yeah I know that now" I said not backing off. "But you did not walk. You came back every time. Even when you said it was a mistake. That means something. The ledger changes the game. We can hit them together. Expose the fixes the threats the way they own players like you. No more lone wolf shit. We do this as a team." He laughed short and bitter but his eyes stayed locked on mine. "A team? You are the golden captain Evan. Perfect image perfect life. I am the guy with blood on his hands from back home. What makes you think I will not drag you down

"Ma'am" " And this is Vice." Viper points to the man standing next to Casper. He has black hair similar to mine. He has green eyes that shine in the light. His face is classic handsome, almost the boy next door look. He isn't as muscular as Casper but he has them. I can see his washboard abs through his shirt. His patch tells me he is his club's Road Captain.

“Captain, are you okay?” “Captain, you’re finally out!” “Captain...” The members were excited when they saw the Black Hawk at the back. However, Andrius was the leader now, so the Black Hawk was naturally ‘demoted’ to captain. “I’m fine.” The Black Hawk glanced over the familiar faces and felt like he had been gone for a lifetime. Then he looked at Andrius and said emotionally, “As expected of the Wolf King. You’re the only one in Florence who would be able to win the hearts of the Hawkeye Group so quickly.”

He immediately tried to flee. "You–When was the last time you even showered, you blockhead?" The shirtless guy ignored the other's last remark and responded, "I honestly can’t remember." He grinned and playfully wiggled his eyebrows up and down. It was the truth. Reese tried to break free from his grasp, but the former was far too powerful for him. "I'm the vice-captain of this team, Velasquez, and you know that I–" "Yeah yeah whatever.”

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

Not that I am certain they were indeed telling the truth. Sinasaway na ako ni Athelia sa pagtawa, mukha namang natutuwa si Kian sa asar kong tawa. I stared at Athelia to confirm answers. Walang bahid na pagbibiro sa mukha nito. Ena was even grinning amusingly, nakatingin na sa akin. Kian heaved his arms widely like he was showing me surprise. "Did it shocked you? He really is the Vice-Captain of Ursus Hoops. Ivan is the Captain."

a reporter called, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “You have got this captain” Martin said, I glanced up at the tall alpha. “Thanks” I said and went up to the reporters, “hello” “Hello,” some answered. “How do you feel about playing against Crimson icehawks? Especially after their captain knocked you out on your last game together?” A female reporter who I perceived is a beta asked, reminding of the last season, several months ago. Crimson icehawks and their damn Captain, Orson Vexley. Orson Vexley is a pompous, arrogant, full of himself bastard.

"Let him wait." A waiter walked past us, carrying a tray of raw silver-rimmed glasses filled with burning mountain whiskey. Kaelen reached out, his massive, scarred hand grabbing a glass and draining it in one hard swallow before I could even blink. "I heard the rumors about your legs, Blackthorne," the league commissioner said, stepping into our path with a dry, calculating look. "But seeing the great captain of the Ironvale Claws in a chair still feels like a bad joke."

“If my squad beats yours in next week’s friendly, you owe me one night. Dinner. Dancing. Dealer’s choice.” Maya blinked at him. “That’s wildly inappropriate.” “Just fun,” he replied, raising his brows. “Unless you’re worried I might win?” She was about to reply probably with something scathing harsh when a shadow approached. Leo. He looked like hell. Still pale from physio, but his eyes were blazing. “Blackwood,” he said coldly. Ethan turned, grinning. “Captain. Just teasing your girl.” Leo stepped closer. “You don’t speak to her like that. Ever.”