Captain 11 Bleach Novels & Stories

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

“Squad 11, this is now our commanding officer Captain Aster Likaya. She will be leading us throughout the duration of the mission.” “Honored to meet you Squad 11” The Captain saluted back at the voltiirs putting them at ease. Battle Mage’s rarely held a spot in the DragonWolves, he expected some pangs of curiosity to emerge from the others but none came. “I trust you’ve all read the briefing files?” “YES MAM” cracked the squad. Froster noticed a light startle coming from the Captain. She truly wasn’t a Dragonwolf. “I trust you know what to expect?”

I then catched my X-Blade *Inkcanius predicted that* Mangey grunted. I looked at The Captain, her speed was unmatched. The Captain grabs her Splatana and ran towards me, ready to strike. I immediately parry the attack with a well place kick on The Captain’s Splatana. The Captain was shocked to see me react so quickly. Then I jump back, meanwhile at Corona’s lair, Corona was shocked “how is that possible, I thought Inkcanius wasn’t quick” said Corona. “You would be wrong, Corona” Corona turned around to see Sasuke Uchiha, the Sasaukage walking in “what makes me you say that Sasuke” said Corona.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Dexter's chest was heaving, his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder, gold burning bright even in the dim light. "You want to do this here?" he asked. "In front of her? In front of the cameras three doors down?" "I don't care where we do it." "You should care," he said. "Because the second either of us shifts in this building, it's over. Both of us. The whole thing unravels. Is that really what you want, Captain?" The word came out mocking, sharp, like he knew exactly how much I hated hearing it from him. "Don't call me that."

"I know what's at stake." "Then stay away from me when the building is empty," she said, her voice growing firm again as she pulled herself together. She reached out and took one of the coffee cups from my hand, her cool fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. "See you at the morning meeting, Captain." She turned around and walked down the hall toward her office without looking back once.

“Last night just felt different. He stepped up right in front of Carter on her front lawn.” Allie let out a breath. “Clara, Justin is the team captain. Coach Miller called all the players into the locker room on Monday and swore he would bench anyone involved in any public drama this season.” I blinked, my hands stopping in my lap. “What?” “Justin saw Carter making a huge, loud scene with Britney at her house,” Allie said, tapping her cup with her nail. “He stopped it before someone recorded a video and put it online. Britney's house was full of students—Justin moved Carter out of there to save the team from trouble, not to save you.”

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

The captain doesn’t even look up, just continues to tend to his task: sharpening a single protracted claw with a silver file. We’re silent, other than the sound of his filing, and I gesture for Niko to take a seat beside me. When we’re finally settled, the captain speaks. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just kill you now.”

“Now, both of you out! I’m going to bed!” “It’s four in the afternoon.” “Fuck you!” SLAM! * * * * Ren Shibasaki watched on with emotionless eyes as a member of the Hati organisation led him to the room where he was to meet the captain of the Phantoms – the second-in-command of the Hati organisation. “You’re Ren Shibasaki?” said a voice, and Ren raised a brow when the captain of the Phantoms entered the room, with that Yuri girl with him.