Captain Jerk นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Noticing that I was standing in front of Captain Walter, he quickly put on a smile and extended his hand. “Greetings, sir. I’m Jack, the boss of Jenkins Construction.” I scoffed and refused to shake his hand. Instead, I turned and got into the car, using another phone to call my father to let him know I was safe. I was still unfamiliar with Jacksboro City’s situation and needed his guidance. Jack’s eyes briefly flashed with irritation when I ignored him, but when he glanced at Captain Walter, he quickly suppressed it. “Captain Walter, just who exactly did my brother offend? Please help us smooth things over. The Jenkins family will be deeply grateful.”

RAE I noticed the ‘C’ patch on his jersey as he backed away. “Scared of a little ice?” the player holding my kit above his head taunted me. I tilted my head, squinting. I’ve seen that arrogant smirk and those greyish blue eyes before. In fact, that voice… The other players noisily cleared out of the rink through the passage behind me, prodding me with stares, laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings.

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.”

The team had just won, and the locker room was thick with celebration — half-naked players, steam rising from the showers, low laughter echoing off the tiles. But my eyes were locked on **Ryker Kane** and **Jax Wilder**. Ryker was the captain — 6’5” of pure muscle, broad shoulders, thick chest glistening with sweat, tattoos snaking down his arms and across his pecs. His dark hair was wet, jaw sharp, eyes dark and dangerous as they raked over me. Jax was leaner but no less lethal — sharp cheekbones, wicked smile, abs carved like they were meant to be licked, his cock already half-hard under the towel.

My eyes locked immediately on the guy front and center. Brad Walker. Captain. Arms crossed, cocky smirk, messy dark hair, and those same piercing eyes that used to make the old me weak. “Anyway,” Kayla continued, oblivious, “we’ve got a game against Westfield tomorrow. You should come. It’s the perfect way to get thrown into the chaos.” “Maybe,” I said noncommittally. She stopped at a junction in the hallway. “My class is this way. Yours is straight down there, end of the hall. Sorry we’re not in the same one.”

“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

I whirled around to see Jason Randall, the team co-captain and the same asshole who had keyed my car and thrown the first punch at me that day. He gave me a mocking, cold wink before gliding back into position. I looked towards the coach, expecting him to call the bastard out, but all I got was another sharp whistle. Was he fucking kidding me? "Team work boys, boys! Teamwork!" His voice boomed over the rink. "I don't care whose stick touches the puck last! All that matters is overcoming the obstacles and putting it in the net! Reset! Two-minute breather and run it again!"

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?

Determined to assert his authority and make his mark. "But you're weak!" countered Alexander, meeting Derrick head-on with both fists raised. In a blur of motion, he shattered the captain’s Lord of War Domain with his first punch and sent the captain reeling with the second. Before anyone could fully comprehend what happened, the captain found himself plunged into the river, accidentally gulping down murky water in the process.

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.