Novelas y relatos de Captain Awkward

―He stays with me. ―Yes but—‖ he glanced at Jeremy who was focusing on his toy—―what about us. You know. It is our wedding night.‖ Her eyes grew wide. ―Oh. Don‘t worry about that. I understand. You don‘t have to feel awkward about it.‖ ―Awkward about what?‖ ―Your inability to...consummate the marriage.‖ ―My inability to what?‖ he shrieked.

“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.”

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

Instead, he just laughed in my face. "Okay, fine." He turned toward the lens and waved, his voice dripping with exaggerated cheer. "Hey everyone, my name is Jace, and tonight I will be honoring the invitation by showing up at almighty captain jerk's party." He paused on the last words, letting them sink in, looking around the room as if waiting for an audience reaction. Everyone erupted in laughter. "Captain jerk!" Nathaniel burst out, laughing so hard he had to wipe actual tears from his eyes. He choked out his next words through giggles. "I never knew you could talk like this, Jace. No wonder you are always quiet."

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."

"And I wanted us to start off as friends because I know we've had some history in the past. So, I want us to move past it and work together." "She's so mature..." "Can you see her? A good fit for a captain's mate!" "Look at the way she holds herself!" "So composed even though it's her ex's wicked mate." I could hear the women whispering from the window, even the players had gathered after hearing the ruckus Silas had created when Janie stated her wish to join the medical team so she could take care of him. In her defence? She didn't want Silas leaving the team because of me.

I say with a shrug of indifference. The laugh that breaks through his lips startles the both of us, which makes me giggle. How long has it been since someone has laughed if it startles them when they do? Once he’s regained his composure, he extends his hand to me in a gentlemanly way and says, “I’m Khaos. Khaos Mokotoff. I’m the team captain of the Augusta Vultures.” I extend my hand, meeting his, trying to place him. He leans in and leaves a light kiss on the top of my hand, which feels all wrong when I realize who he is.

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I

"Every time I try to breathe, every time I try to take control of my own life, he finds the one thing that hurts the most and presses down. I am so tired of fighting him, Sasha. I am so tired of being an investment." ​The raw vulnerability in his face broke through the last of my professional armor. I did not see a billionaire captain. I saw a man who had been starved of real affection his entire life, trapped in a golden cage by his own blood. ​Before I could think about boundaries or contracts, I stepped directly into his space. I reached out and placed my hands on his massive forearms. His muscles were completely rigid, shaking with a mixture of rage and helplessness.