Captain America Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Captain said seriously, cutting off my words. I wanted to hear clearly what he was about to tell me so I could be prepared. "You will also become his fake fiancée." Those words came out of Captain's mouth, and they took me by surprise. Those words echoed in my ears, and it took a moment for me to fully realize what Captain said. "Huh, Captain? Are you serious?" I asked, shocked and slowly nodding. It seemed impossible, who came up with such a plan? It's like something out of a TV drama!

“I know, I just followed you all the way here so they’d stop telling me to follow you. You're not a child who needs help on what she's going to wear.” I got slightly offended. “Yeah, so, why don't you just sit there and not touch anything.” “Why? All these things of yours will also be mine very very soon and you can't tell me not to touch them,” he replied, giving me a fierceful look as if whatever I say won't matter to him. He even threw on the floor the Captain America figure. “Could you please stop feeling superior or yourself?! It doesn't suit you well. And please, you're just my fiancé, we are both here for business. I don't even know who you are, or even where the fuck you came from,”

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

What were these guys doing here? The voice came instantly. “What a surprise. To think we'd meet the thief.” Vanessa said, “She's even drinking away our money.” I ignored her words, and my eyes zeroed in on Joe's arm around her waist. It hadn't been up to a day, and they were already in each other's faces. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I looked away. “Captain, you shouldn't be around someone like her. And that's why I dumped her.” Joe's voice came and I felt so small.

Marcus sat with the phone still in his hand, the Phase Two message glowing on the screen. He didn’t answer it, Instead he opened a new thread, selected three names from the team roster — players who talked, who listened, and who had already shown curiosity about old stories — and began typing. To the first: ‘Heard the junior-league stuff with Rivera never actually got cleared. Scholarship mess, quiet deals. Makes you wonder how much of that followed him here.’ He sent it, waited a moment, then opened the second chat.

Lucian dropped beside me, chest heaving. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped, running a hand through his hair. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” I curled into myself, hugging my knees. “I wanted it to stop.” “That’s not how it stops and by the way stop what the fuck exactly?!” “My life is already over!” I cried, my voice cracking open. “I don’t have a future. I don’t have choices. I’m threatened, watched, treated like collateral damage. At least falling would’ve been my decision.”

Erica Today, I woke up with a shadow over my head. It was the beginning of a nightmare. I had felt like there was a presence beside me with a dark mask to hide his face and it was looming over me waiting for a perfect time to hurt me. But then, Antonio’s sleep roughened voice had broken into my slumber and I had jerked awake, narrowly missing the tight grasp of the darkness. And when Antonio had asked me if I had a nightmare, I had kissed him so I wouldn’t have to answer him. He becomes an irritating arsehole when I don’t answer his probing questions. Talk about relationship boundaries between a captor and his captive. I mean it’s not like we have any kind of real feelings for each other, we

In my story, he was Cade Hunter—the emotionally unavailable hockey captain with commitment issues and sinful hands. Totally different. I cracked my knuckles before typing furiously. She watched from afar as his hands wrapped around that of another woman…his lips… Gosh, Cade crashed against hers, rough and impatient. Avaline could only watch in jealousy and soaked pan—“Ava!” I nearly launched off the bed. “What?!” I yelled back, slamming the laptop shut like it contained deadly secrets. “They’ll be here in ten minutes!” Shit. I rushed towards my wardrobe, ransacking and regretting every clothing choice I owned.

“Sure? I think you should recheck if I'm bleeding or something. Isn't that your job as a doctor?” I swallowed, biting the insides of my cheeks in utter frustration. I'm too frustrated, have been for a while. This is a new one for my diary. I'll head it as: ‘Dear diary, the hockey captain I want to fuck.’ Maybe then I would forget about Easton fucking Carter. “Leave. I'm busy, and you're a distraction.” “How?” He moved closer, too close, that his lips almost touched mine. Our breaths became raspy, moving in an odd rhythmic flow.

I wished I could take back the words. He grabbed my arm instantly and stared me in the eyes. “Will you obey young lady or we leave here this instant?” The Captain Threatened and I had no choice than to succumb. I joined the other ladies with song in my heart and thought within me that this was a piece of cake compared to the feat I had just achieved. The beta would know better than to mess with me next time I thought and began planning my next line of action. Alpha Cina's Point of View.