Captain America Superheroes Novels & Stories

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.

"How was school today, little chef?" "Mama and I met Mike !" She exclaimed, and my heart skipped more than a beat. Hell, it stopped working. "Oh, really?" Rodney looked in my direction only to find that I was already looking at him. "That must be nice. Did you like it? Meeting Mike ?" "Don't mind it. He showed up at her school today." I explained quickly, for some reason. "And I told him off." "Yes!" She chimed again, finally getting the chance to answer Rodney's question. "He's so nice. Mike is Captain America!"

Not until Satake caught up to us, breathlessly panting. "Jason, Are you good?" Satake managed to say in-between heavy pants. "No. He isn't. Sofiane plans to intrude on enemy's territory with the sole aim of killing the Crow's Luna." Devin answered for me. "Alpha Jason, this means war." Satake's eyes popped open like he had just been told a horror story. His heavy breathing seemed to pause and that cherry smile he always kept on vanished. He could be a thorn when he wanted to be but there was a reason Satake was my beta. He was a foreign taste one needed to be conditioned to. Ruthless when the need be and he could rip throats out with a smile on his face. I could not refuse him when he was li

I wondered as my gaze flitted round the cafeteria There was definitely some kind of sitting system here I knew I sat with the hockey team, so that was basically the jocks and all Then they were the weird emo looking people at one table, and at another, the ones that never looked up from their books And like a magnet, I was drawn to her, in the midst of all the people in the room, she stood out and damn she knew that she did “The cheerleaders” I murmured to myself and I chuckled “You have met her , the cheerleading captain, dance captain, the queen of the school and of all our dicks “ The guy beside me said and all the boys on the table hollered

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

“Here you go, papi. You can go ahead and tell me about your day once you are done.” I popped the cap off and took a heavy gulp, letting the cold liquid numb the edge of my exhaustion. “Shit... I seriously needed that. Thanks.” Jessica slid right back onto the couch, even closer than before. She reached out, trailing the tip of her index finger down the center of my chest. “Now that you’re finally relaxing... are you going to tell me what this whole dramatic entry was actually about?” I reached up and caught her wrist in a tight grip, stopping her hand cold. The subtle way she flinched, her breath catching in her throat at my mere touch, told me everything I needed to know about just how deep

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

"And if you are going to surrender your sweetness in this penthouse... if you are going to let us touch you, kiss you, and ruin you for any other man... you need to learn the rules." "What rules?" I whispered, completely hypnotized by the sheer intensity of his icy blue eyes. "Hierarchy," Elijah commanded softly. He raised his right hand, his long, strong fingers gently grasping my chin. His touch was firm, possessive, and warm against my cool skin. "I am the captain of the Golden Trio. I lead Chase and Karius on the ice, and I lead them in this house. If you are going to share your affection with us, Cassy, I claim first priority. Always."