Captain Danny Walker Novels & Stories

I asked, clasping both my hands above the table. “I’ll be Caley’s date instead, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Emma replied as I nodded, flitting my eyes at Mason and stared at him expectantly. “I—“ he tried to find his words before continuing, “I’m not sure who I would ask as a date.” I furrowed my brows in response. Was he trying to make me feel guilty for not choosing him? “Dude, you’re Mason fucking Walker. Everyone would die to date you,” Danny cheered him up and patted his back.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

I'm not ashamed to admit I'm really proud of what I've accomplished. "Really good so far. Thanks for asking." Daniel has been captain of the Texas Mutiny, the team I now play for, for a few years. Not only is he a kick ass forward, he's really respected in the league for being a stand up guy. Family man. Local legend. All around fantastic leader. I was really excited when I found out I was going to be working with him. The biggest scandal he's been involved in his entire career is that he started dating someone with a kid in the last couple of months.

“Ground rules. One: no one's dying in my fucking apartment Two: you shower daily or I hose you down. Three: I’m introducing you to someone.” “No.” “It’s not a rebound thing, I swear. It’s… a plan.” I narrowed my eyes. “Zoe.” She grinned, evil and perfect. “Ever heard of Rowan Parker?” My stomach flipped. Everyone had heard of Rowan Parker. Captain of the Ice Hawks, face like a storm cloud, body like a brick wall, and apparently allergic to relationships. He’d been single for two straight seasons while girls literally threw themselves at him after games.

I did not care. My gaze cut straight to the dance floor. There he was. Evan Ryder. Our captain. Smiling that perfect charming smile while he spun Clara around. Her red dress flared out as they moved together. His hand sat low on her back. Too low. She laughed at something he said and tilted her head close to his. My fists clenched at my sides.

Noah asked as he walked up quickly behind me and stopped a few feet away, and his clothes were completely wet, and he was breathing heavily as if he had been running down the street for a long time just to catch up with me. "There is nothing left for me to say to anyone in this town, Noah, because you and the entire school already decided that I was a criminal," I said, turning around to face him while the driver took a ticket from the passenger ahead of me. "You got exactly what you wanted from that disciplinary board hearing, and your hockey team is completely safe from suspension now, so I really do not know why you are even out here right now instead of celebrating with your friends."

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…?”

A game neither of us was watching played quietly on the television, there mostly for the company of background sound rather than content. "I was twenty-six when I bonded with Diane," he said, from nowhere visible. I stayed still. I kept my breathing even. He was telling me something and the worst possible thing I could do was make it feel like an occasion. "First year as captain," he continued. "Young for it. Still learning the gap between what the role actually required and what I had assumed it would require." A pause. "She was in her second season. The most visible Omega the professional league had seen at that point. She carried everything that came with that visibility without any appar

Walker had arrived with a few dozens of Royal Court Soldiers and surrounded the entire yard immediately. All of the soldiers were quite powerful. "Darryl!" Walker took a step forward, pointed at Darryl, and shouted, "The banquet has been over for quite some time. Why didn't you go back to rest, and what are you doing here?" Walker had a cold facial expression on his face, but he was incredibly proud. He chuckled to himself. 'Darryl had fallen into my trap. Let's see who can help him this time?'

And when they did, the room they were in was clearly bare, dusty like it was never used. A young man, visibly no older than twenty-three, answered the call. "Identify yourself." His eyes were black, blonde hair. There was a feral gleam in the man's eyes, like a hunger no one was able to sate. He had a strong bone structure. Muscular despite the dip that hollowed out under his cheekbones. "My name is Captain Daxton Walker, requesting landing for our Elysium-6 vessel, Peacemaker," Dax answered, coming to my side, in the visual of the man.