Captain Jeon Novels & Stories

Flash back Twelve-year-old little Kyunghee seemed to be sprinting into her new spacious house holding a white paper that he just got from school. This morning he took part in the selection to be the captain of the soccer team at his school. With passionate enthusiasm, Kyunghee registered himself in the selection and she was determined to pass the selection because he wanted to show his father that he can give the best for his father like what his brother always did. Every day he always trains hard to realize his dream to become a captain of a great football team. And this afternoon, when his gym teacher announced a name that would be the captain of the national soccer championship, Kyunghee'

His adrenaline pumped fast to carry out the next task from President Moon. Arriving at President Moon's private house, Aiden immediately took out his identification card to show the two doormen. It seemed really troublesome because he had to deal with two chatty people who seemed to have been suspicious of him ever since. “I am the current captain of the presidential guard force.” "Is that true? Has president Moon fired Kang JinHyung?”

Vivi stayed on the edge at first, but Theo handed her a slice and Finn teased Asher mercilessly about “painting dates.” “Captain’s gone soft,” Finn laughed. “But we like her.” Asher pulled Vivi onto the couch beside him. His arm stayed around her shoulders. For a few hours, the sabotage felt distant. But Delphine ruined it. Late that night, after everyone left, Vivi’s phone lit up. A new post from an anonymous account: more old sketches mixed with the leaked one of Asher. The caption read: “Captain distracted by damaged goods? Exhibition preview looks weak.” Attached was a fake review mocking her series as “rehashed trauma.”

"You are emotionally involved with the asset." "The 'asset' has a name, Sterling," I said, my eyes locking onto his with an absolute, unyielding intensity. "His name is Rhys Keller. He is the captain of the Seattle Kraken. And the only bias in this room is the corporate greed that led your client to falsify a player's medical records to devalue his contract."

However, even with my guard down, I still managed to throw him back with enough force to knock the wind out of him. "Fuck! You're strong!" Dohyun gasped, looking like he was going to pass out from all the pain he felt. Well, he did say I wasn't weak, so maybe he has a bit more respect for me now? "Wohooooo!!! Oppa beat the living shit out of this asshole; he needs to know why you're the captain of our team!" Hye Jin screamed excitedly, clapping her hands together in joy. "Don't tell anyone else, though. I want to keep this between us." I answered, smiling at her.

I just stopped beside Jax, holding two glasses of champagne, and offered him one. "Thought you might be getting thirsty, Captain," I said, my voice polite and deferential. He took the glass, his fingers brushing against mine. The reporter's smile faltered slightly as she looked me up and down, her eyes dismissive. "Jax, darling, we were just talking about the off-season," she purred, trying to pull his attention back to her. Jax didn't even look at her. His eyes were locked on me. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "This is Eleanor Vance. Eleanor, this is Leo Valdez, our rookie sensation. He's been keeping me on my toes."

"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."

“Means I’m taking the captain spot.” Several people started talking at once. “The position isn’t open.” “We have championships next week.” “Coach would never—” Daniel cut them off easily. “Coach knows exactly what I can do.” Then his eyes flicked toward Ryan again. “And I know the current captain’s a fucking loser.” The room went dead silent. I looked toward Ryan instantly expecting anger. Instead? He looked bored. Which somehow made Daniel seem even more irritated. “You done?” Ryan asked calmly. Daniel laughed shortly. “Scared?”

Searching… for Ron. The air stalls in my lungs. It wouldn’t take him long to track me. Not after I used a Unit-issued tracker that he likely subverted. Rhee Ronan Hwan is a captain in a global syndicate. He’d want blood after I tried to bleed his accounts dry.

He looked less like the untouchable club captain and more like a very dangerous domestic hazard who had wandered out of a romance novel. "We need to talk," he said, his dark eyes finding mine immediately before flicking toward Lucía. "Alone, if that's alright." Lucía looked between the two of us, back and forth, her gaze lingering on the state of my hair and the fact that I was wearing his clothes. Something in her expression shifted from protective suspicion into something dangerously close to enthusiastic approval. "I'll be right outside," she said, gathering her bag with theatrical slowness. She paused right beside Tiago, leaned in, and delivered a stage-whisper loud enough to rattle the