Captain Awkward Novels & Stories

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

Chapter 59 -Who the captain really is Emma tapped her phone and opened her social media. Almost immediately, notifications started popping up everywhere. Right in the middle of them was a video from a morning TV show featuring Allison. Emma pressed play. Allison was sitting in a cream-colored blazer, looking sad as the interviewer asked her about the canceled wedding. “I just never thought my own sister could do something like this,” Allison said. “I tried to protect her, but some people only care about what they can get.”

"May I just remind you that Dr. Rosella Hawl is already taken. Wouldn't want a World War III with the Richforte's right?" "Hey, it's not what you think—" He stops me by putting his other hand up. Then he suddenly smiles— that smile that I usually saw to— gays! He slid his hand to Captain Welton's chest as if seducing him and I can't hide my laugh when I hear his voice and see the look on his eyes, making Captain Welton step back. "W-what the hell are you doing—" "Captain," I cover my mouth with my hand to suppress my laugh. "You know, if you want, I can give you a service. You don't have to steal Dr. Hawl, I'm just here, daddy."

The sheets are cool, soft, and I curl against them with a satisfied sigh. Sleep comes easy. Until it doesn’t. A weight dips the mattress. Heat presses against my back. A large hand slides over my waist. I jerk awake, breath catching. “What the—” “Shhh.” My stomach knots as I twist my head. Moonlight cuts across his face—the sharp jaw, the devilishly handsome smirk, the scar slashing through his left eye. The Captain.

** But Joe was entirely incapable of saving anyone. The billionaire heir, the supposed apex predator of the border market, was still lying exactly where the Captain had left him. He was a swollen, bruised, unconscious heap, his jaw grotesquely misaligned, lying entirely paralyzed in a dark, spreading puddle of his own urine. He didn't even twitch as his fiancée screamed his name. "Silence the prisoner," the Captain ordered coldly.

The tall person raised an eyebrow in surprise "are you sure? I am a strong leader! He told me shortly after and it shocked me a lot He's the same age as me, he's 13, and he's already going strong! He is definitely a genius. I told him with a smile: “Sure, I want to test where my strength reaches anyway…” The person said long with a sigh and then stood up with a dull look on his face: "ok follow me" He told me and I followed him towards the center arena “Wait? Why is this new guy defying the captain? I heard a club member say to his friend

Tight, tan, and carved like they’ve been sculpted out of arrogance and gym hours. I don’t mean to stare, but my brain forgets how to blink. Then, because the universe likes to mess with me, he catches me looking. And smirks. And winks. Not at me, though - at a group of girls across the way who just yelled his name like he’s some kind of rockstar. “Captain!” one squeals. “We love you!” I roll my eyes so hard I might sprain something, trying to focus on the actual reason I’m here.

It was still there, simmering under the surface, possessive and controlled and entirely too intense. “Marcus,” Ward called without looking away from me, “leave.” Marcus looked between us, smirking despite his obvious pain. “Well, I’m your best friend, so I don’t see why I have to miss the reunion scene.” “Marcus.” Ward’s tone dropped lower, colder, carrying that command I had only heard in fragments before. Not the hockey captain. Not the man from our past. This was the businessman who could make rooms fall silent with a single word. I exhaled and rubbed my temple. The emotional whiplash of the day was beginning to catch up with me.

asdfghjkl#$₱&%! Reese was flustered. His eyes grew large and his jaw dropped to the ground in absolute bewilderment. He could sense his soul starting to descend in the heavens. "W-what…?" Avyanna stuttered. Hey! Bast*rd! What the f*ck do you think you're doing! The Vice-Captain on the sideline could only face-palm as he breathed repeatedly to try and calm himself. No matter how gentle-looking this f*cker appears to be, there's no hiding how much of a playboy he can be whenever someone in a skirt approaches him.

"I mean it does makes sense. You always go to school like you're at the top of the world— all dopey and fanciful smile because you had magic brownies for breakfast or something." "You're not funny," the redhead grumbled, locking her arms in annoyance. "It is very funny," I said playfully yet she still had this sulky expression on her face so I stepped closer and held her hands in mine. "Seriously, don't listen to them. You are not him. What he did has nothing to do with you. All of these people are bunch of idiots who only ever did is to talk about great people. Amazing people like me." I smiled and wiggled my brows. "Arisa, Bailey and you. Our captain is not here. She maybe busy linking thi