Bleach First Captain Mga Nobela at Kwento

We stared at each other. My thoughts scattered like broken glass. This was Karl Brennan. Captain of the university swim team. The guy who’d broken three records this year alone. The golden boy everyone worshipped… coaches, teammates, random girls who hung around practice just to watch him cut through the water. He was perfect. The kind of person who made life look easy, who collected admirers like other people collected loose change. And I was nothing.

The smile died instantly on my face. Staring back at me from the front page was Aaron. He was in his full Blizzard home jersey, his dark hair damp with sweat, his sharp gray eyes intense and commanding beneath the headline: *THE FASTEST RELEASE IN THE LEAGUE: HOW CAPTAIN CARTER DOMINATES THE BLUE LINE.*

RAE I noticed the ‘C’ patch on his jersey as he backed away. “Scared of a little ice?” the player holding my kit above his head taunted me. I tilted my head, squinting. I’ve seen that arrogant smirk and those greyish blue eyes before. In fact, that voice… The other players noisily cleared out of the rink through the passage behind me, prodding me with stares, laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings.

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

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.”

Blake shouted, snapping his fingers. The large warrior immediately stepped out of the group and bowed his head respectfully. “Yes, Captain Blake?” Blake pointed a finger at my chest. “I want you to beat her up,” Blake ordered. His voice was loud enough for every warrior in the training ground to hear. “And don’t worry about getting into trouble. Rowan doesn’t care about this wolfless trash, so he won’t get angry. Honestly, I would have broken her bones myself, but she’s too worthless for a captain like me to touch.”

"Captain, I don't need an apology. I just want a new drill sergeant." He listened to the rumors Chloe started and decided I was a liar without verifying anything. Someone like that doesn't deserve to wear the uniform. The captain nodded grimly. He did not even hesitate. "Done." Miller Vance looked like a ghost. He opened his mouth to beg, but one look from the captain shut him up. Once I was cleared to leave, the captain personally escorted me back. He cleared my name and forced the sergeant to apologize publicly. The former drill sergeant looked like he wanted to vomit. "Ms. Blaire, I was wrong to accuse you of faking illness. I'm sorry."

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

A look of fear and shock filled the mercenaries' faces in an instant, and they quickly scanned their surroundings. Suddenly, a bone-chilling air could be felt coming from behind them, and they instantly froze in place. The captain was the first to regain his senses. He quickly turned around and saw a figure exuding an overwhelming desire to kill walking toward him. The person was holding a quintuple-edged dagger, which was radiating a silver ray that was terrifying as he walked. "You—" Looking shocked, the captain quickly reacted and lifted his gun, getting ready to shoot Liam. However, Liam was faster than him. The dagger in his hand turned into a stream of light, creating a sonic boom as i

From the corner of my eye, I saw the old guys in all various states of undress had stopped whatever they were doing and were now leaning against lockers, sizing up the new guys like lions watching a fresh herd stumble into their den. When Coach cut me a glance, I nodded and stepped forward. “Alright listen up! I am Noah Carter and captain of the Arctic Blades! ” I boomed, catching the attention of every guy in the room. “These are our new teammates. You old bastards are literal O.G’s and it’s your job to make them feel welcome. You were all rookies once, remember?”