Captain Jerk Mga Nobela at Kwento

His words are like spears, each one breaking skin upon contact. “Stop. Captain Stone is not one to let anything stop him from doing his job, you know that, we all know that. The suspect is just very difficult.” Jake says, standing between Mave and I. I swallow, unable to speak up for myself or speak at all. “Then you’re saying he isn’t good at his job then.” “Maverick! You will not speak to your captain in that manner!” Jake’s voice thunders, even Mave takes a step back. Jake places a hand on his chest, pushing him away from me.

I swallowed hard, spreading out my sore shoulders, my fists clenched as I tried too hard to look tough. Pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth, I deepened my voice. "I don't want any trouble." He only chuckled as he looked at me with disdain. "Tell me, Noah, what's up with you and the captain? I always knew Jeremy was strange. A weird, spoiled brat, but the way he looks at you..." he hissed as he took his lit cigarette out of his mouth and threw it into the trash can. I didn't say a word as my whole blood had run cold, my heart beating sharp and rigid against my chest, my breath heavy as I feared for the worst.

"We have a team outside your mountain estate right now, Captain. The power grid to your valley just dropped, and our guys saw a woman inside the house before the shutters came down." Rhys’s posture went completely rigid. He gripped my arm tighter, though he didn't seem to realize he was doing it. "You are trespassing on private property, Dan. Call your people off before I contact the state police." "You can call whoever you want, Rhys, but we already have the story," the reporter countered, his tone full of corporate confidence. "Our sources inside the front office say you haven't touched a hockey stick in five days. We know about the knee. We are running the headline at midnight: *The eight

The man was crawling away, bleeding, his helmet cracked. "Who sent you?" Jack growled, pinning the man to the floor with his boot. The captain coughed blood. He looked at Jack’s face, then at his mutated arm. His eyes widened in recognition. "He... he said you would come," the captain wheezed. "Who?" "The other one," the captain grinned, his teeth red. "The Perfect One." Jack frowned. "Subject C?" "He calls himself... Cain," the captain whispered. "And he sends his regards."

I closed my eyes briefly, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me whole from the embarrassment I felt. “There goes the elder brother card,” I muttered and Asher ignored me even though he heard what I said. The guy beside me cleared his throat lightly and extended his hand. “Relax,” he said easily. “I promise I’m not planning her kidnapping. I’m Jace, captain of the basketball team.” Asher looked at the hand like it was wrapped and smeared with poop. But he took it anyways. Their hands released, but Asher didn’t break eye contact immediately. Suspicion rolled off him in waves.

(Captain Linda) “This guy is on another level of douche bag…The President has put mark on him…as well as everyone on this list….I also got a new order from the President to you Captain…he want every single person on this list stay on this city..until the very end….”.(First Lieutenant Gremog)

"Don't move." I froze, my body rigid beneath his. I could feel the solid muscle of his chest against my back, the hard line of his thighs pressed against mine. His thumb began to move, stroking a slow, deliberate circle on my skin. It was a gesture of such casual, intimate ownership that it made my stomach clench with a confusing mix of fury and fear. The ref skated over. "Everything alright in there, Captain?" "We're fine," Jax called out, his voice instantly shifting to its public, captain's tone. "Valdez just got his bell rung. Giving him a second."

"Wow. The captain of the team doesn't know how a line works. Groundbreaking." I stepped up closer, my chest practically hitting his shoulder blade. I glared up at him, my teeth gritted, and fiercely mouthed: Are you crazy? Get out of here! Jeremy didn't move an inch. He slowly turned his head over his shoulder, looking down at me with a lazy, intensely cocky smirk. He didn't say a word, but his dark eyes flashed with that same wicked amusement from last night. Then, he turned back around, staying planted right in front of me.

Jake's eyes flew open just as the entire offensive line plus half the defense walked in, still in their practice gear, jerseys clinging to their broad chests, shorts stretched tight over powerful thighs. There he was. Cock out. Hand wrapped around his swollen, leaking dick. Pre-cum already dripping down his knuckles. Silence hit like a brick wall. Then someone laughed. Low and dirty. "Well, well, well," Captain Marcus said, his deep voice cutting through the sudden tension like a knife. Marcus was six-foot-four of pure muscle, dark skin gleaming with leftover sweat, a cocky smirk already spreading across his face. "Look what we got here. Our golden boy straight boy stroking his meat like a d

He asked chuckling for the captain to blow him and he fell down pouring blood from his mouth. “ so you are this greedy, you can’t share what really doesn’t belong to you?” He asked raising Gerald up. “I don’t share, you filthy bastard.. she’s too clean for you dirty ass d**k” Gerald said for the captain to hit him hard and hard and hard three good times making Gerald to fall down as he scream in pain. “ captain, we have company” one of the men rushed to their captain after siting Aaron ship from afar. “ did you see who it might be?” The captain ask following the man who nod.