Captain Gutt Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

Now I feel even more pressured. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out for yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...," the Kea rapid fires and we walk out of the holding room. I try to keep my face blank as I take my seat, but I can feel the females look me over. When I bring my eyes up I look right into the face of the most beautiful Bronkark woman I have ever seen and a smile breaks across my face.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

"Goodbye Captain Matteo, we are going to miss you!" Annika utters these words while waving goodbye to the outgoing Captain Matteo. "Are you really going to miss him?" a voice said, sounding at the back of Annika. Annika suddenly stops waving, trying to think whose voice she just heard. She turns around and there is this handsome man looking at her eyes, asking her if she will really miss the outgoing captain.

The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”

“Come prepared for a few rounds of sprints and some heavy lifting. I don’t want to hear a bit of griping. If I hear any, I’ll add a full minute of training for every single complaint. Got it?” I nodded quickly, keeping my expression neutral but cowed, even though I was about two seconds from busting up laughing. The look on Captain Beta’s face… technically, she hadn’t really been insubordinate. Maybe in attitude, but in words… neh. She hadn’t crossed the line. I could see from the other faces around the table that they were enjoying his discomfort just as much. The General was right… Cap had destabilized his own command, and right before a major operation! This wouldn’t go well, but it would

The day began great but it seemed like he used up all his luck in the momentous meeting this morning. "Do you have the guts to ask, snake? The one who should be cosy with those nobles should have been me. Yet you stole the glory for yourself. I think it's time to make you remember who the real boss around here is. Those maggots will not get hungry tonight at least. Get him!" Captain Gerald commanded towards his henchmen. He seethed with all the anger he could muster. It started the instant he knew of the event earlier this day and his rage never left him, even now.

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.