Captain America Comic Novels & Stories

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

It was forming a symbol. A crescent. Wrapped around a wolf. Dominic looked at it. "That's new." Caelan stared. His expression changed completely. "That's not possible." Rei looked at him. "What?" He stepped backward. "Your grandmother never had that mark." "Then what is it?" Caelan looked at Dominic. "It isn't the Omega mark." He looked back at Rei. "And it isn't the Alpha mark." The symbol pulsed. Once. Twice. Then a third time.

This had become my addiction, lying face down on the bed, taking in every scent that lingered, making sure that I didn’t dull it with mine. I was turning pathetic wasn’t I? I grabbed the console, maybe a quick game would take a few things off my mind, the door banged open, Caleb walked in with a smile on his face. “Captain!” his cheerful voice filled the room.“Not now Caleb,” I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be like that. If someone hears they would think I am a bug. And you know that I am anything but a bug...” “Caleb,” I called out in a low tone, my voice drawing his attention to me. “You are a bug, in fact, if there was a way to take you off the earth, you would be the first p

Sarah grabbed a spare basket by an eating booth "Alright, let's go." We first walked by the clothing department. Sarah pushed the basket slowly as she scanned the section. "We-you should get him a t-shirt." "Okay, I think it should be a graphi-" My eyes landed on a Captain America T-shirt. "Yes, this is perfect! I remember him telling me he loved Marvel." "Yes, but all of the Marvel characters?" I nodded "Yeah, he said all of Marvel. So this would be great." Sarah smiled "Sick. Now, I think you should get the extra large."

“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.”

Anika wouldn't even mention his name, but that wasn't what bothered him, for a second, while she looked helpless and affected at the thought of killing a man, she had actually considered confronting her about Nikolay. The tattoo on her back was a tattoo that he only shared with her brothers, the Bratva took ranks seriously, and tattoos were a way of marking position, some showed them and were covered in them like her father, her sister had acquired hers recently, Nikolay was covered in them, but the first tattoo the Petrov brothers shared, the mark of their initiation, and if Anika knew them…

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"Hard sell. League might add games to suspension. They hate captain brawls." "Let them add," I said. "I sit more. Come back stronger. Kade heals. We push on." Christian looked at me direct. "Kade. Always back to the Russian. Worth the image loss?" "Worth every headline," I replied. "Image is paper. Team is blood. Choose right." Christian stood. "I choose money. But I work with what you gave. Statement tomorrow. Captain reflects but stands by actions." "Stands by," I confirmed. "No weak words. Media frenzy feeds on weak. Give them strong."