Bleach Captains And Vice Captains Novels & Stories

The equipment room was too small, the air too thick. “Let go.” “Make me.” I gnashed my teeth. “Touch me again and I’ll scream.” “Go ahead.” His smirk widened. “Coach hears you in here with me, he’ll bench us both. Co captains, remember?” The word co captains hit like a slap. Yesterday, after Zane had body checked me into the boards during mixed drills, Coach Harlan had clapped his meaty hands and announced, “Asher and Ryker… co captains. Learn to play nice, or don’t play at all.” I’d nearly shifted right there on the ice.

"You want the other part." "Yes." "I have never moved that fast in my life," he repeated, quieter now, each word deliberate, stripping away every ounce of his usual arrogant captain swagger. "Because there was nothing left in me that could have let them take you. Nothing rational. Nothing careful. Just five years of pretending you were an enemy, breaking apart in about four seconds flat." My throat worked overtime, desperately searching for a witty comeback that wouldn't make me sound like a teenager reading a diary. "You're supposed to be my enemy."

Like a basement, or the wall of a tomb. * * * Everything within Veil Bashu's Situation Room seemed suspended in time. Most of the duty staff, some eight people in all, stood with hands on heads. First Sergeant Hailey Muller, backed by Corporal Aturo Bonsky and a squad from D Company 2nd REP, had them covered. The noncom was a big man, so big that the submachine gun looked more like a toy than an actual weapon. Captain Simon Olmsted III stood to one side, tried to focus his eyes, but couldn't quite make it. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Muller was in charge.

“Okay, here’s my bigger changes, listen, everyone, starting from now, I want you to follow this student’s lead as I am going to appoint, Mr. Mcwell to be the co-captain of the team, effective immediately.” Coach Brown blows his whistle. Kevin and I were both blissful for the great news. I couldn’t believe seeing myself becoming a captain on the team. “But, Coach! Isn’t it confusing when there were two captains in the team?” Roger angrily replied. Roger insisted on Coach Brown’s sudden decision that I don’t deserve the position.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

"All active members will be divided into groups of twenty-five. They will sleep, eat, and fight together. Kress, Tjeck, and I have mixed our members to ensure that all packs are represented within each group. Everyone must accept that any of us can lead them and issue orders. Everyone present here is given the title of captain. You will each take charge of a group as needed. Prepare yourselves; sleep and food will be scarce." I glance around at the others. Kress, Tjeck, Thorn, and Drew are expected here, as is Kattie, who, after all, is the beta of The Shadows. I am taken aback to find myself included in this group. Lucas appears just as out of place as I feel. KC and Mike are less surprisin

After Ana's discovery the other day, Alex and I had to set up some ground rules to keep our relationship secret. I was just about to steal another glance at him when Coach Scott’s voice cut in, loud and sharp. “Hey, you. Velma with the bun,” he barked at me. “You're team four. You're the captain.” I blinked. “Wait What? Me?” “Captain.” He didn't look up from his clipboard. “New face. Too happy. Captain.” That was it? I was being punished for looking too happy? I didn't realize Ana was by my side until she leaned in and whispered. “Congratulations, our lives are officially in your hands, Keller.”

"Captain Carline, hello! I'm Dexter Wilcher, manager of Fulcrum Base." "Hello, Captain Carline. I'm Marlon Binder, manager of Everpeace Base." "Captain Carline, it's been a while. I'm Oliver Craig from Nova Base. We ran a mission together before. Do you remember me?" "I do." Malcolm nodded. "Could you tell us what the Haylight League is really like? How strong are you? What are the requirements to join? How dangerous are the operations?" Hearing this, Malcolm stepped naturally into the role of Haylight League's representative and greeted them warmly. "Come inside. I'll explain everything properly."

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 added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”