Captain Jerk Novels & Stories

"You're literally only two years older. Chill with the old man act." He chuckled and reached over to ruffle my hair like I was still a little kid. "I've got practice," he said, grabbing his hockey bag. "Text me if you need anything, alright?" "Aight, Captain," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. Kai Mercer, captain of the Briar Ridge Eagles. Golden boy on campus. Stupidly hot on the ice. And unfortunately, my stepbrother. The same guy I kept having filthy dreams about. I really needed to get my shit together.

"Yes. I am not kidding you when I tell you that none of the bunkers I have ever stayed in or visited have had gardens in them. This is a first for me." "Wow." Without any real options, Drifter and I start the walk down toward the city. Jim Madison: I knock on the door of the commanding officer. He opens it after a few minutes. "Jim," the commanding officer says as soon as he sees me. "What the hell do you want?" "I want you to demote Marcus and make me captain," I answer. The commanding officer stares at me at first, as if he's waiting for me to laugh. "I'm not joking," I say. "I want you to demote Marcus and make me captain. That worthless, piece of crap captain got Chris killed over a bunc

“What an interesting choice.” The captain was taken aback by the comment, and floundered a response. “I, er, was I mistaken?” he stammered. “I apologize… I, uh, what should I call you?” “Whatever suits you,” Lucifer said, and waved off the question dismissively. The mercenary captain looked around nervously at his officers in search of answers, but none of them had one for him. Instead, the captain cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “I… look, I understand that you love to play games,” said the captain, “but now isn’t the time. Our fleet’s taking a serious beating. If this keeps up, we’re gonna lose our charge, and our contract’s gonna get voided. We can’t afford that.”

Jeremy exhaled slowly, eyes fixed ahead. "Yeah, I suppose you’re right, X." The nickname was an old one, a reminder of Jeremiah’s past as the faceless enforcer, the executioner who did the dirtiest of dirty work. But Jeremy didn’t say it like it was a compliment. More like it was a reminder. Jeremy stopped walking. "I kill one enemy, and six fucking Africans rise in his place." He scoffed, shaking his head. "This fucking business, X." Then, suddenly, Jeremy spat on the ground, scowling.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

The captain nodded at Darrion, finally saying something in universal language. Darrion smiled. “Thank you, Sir!” The captain smiled at him. “Well then. I will be leaving first. There are things I have to do.” Jai nodded and stepped aside to let him pass. The captain stepped forward but stopped in front of Jai. “Are you coming, Fred?” The captain looked at the monkey that was still perching on Jai’s shoulder. “Mrruuu…” The monkey replied. The captain smiled. “Very well then. I will be in my office if you need some head rubs. Good day everyone, good day, Jai-san, Darrion-san.” The captain then left the room with the soldier that Jai thought was Fred.

he said. “Hmm, since he’s so ambitious about his position as captain of the Westbrook Ravens,” I replied. Alex gave me a sideways glance. “Well, he isn’t just the captain; he’s Mr Westbrook’s son,” he said. “What?” I stopped for a second before catching up with him. “But why is he your nemesis?” “Is it because you two are competitive on the ice?” I asked. “Honestly, I don’t know,” Alex replied as he pulled out a chair and sat down. “But his father and Mr Williams have had some heated issues.”

I wanted to make a salute, but apparently, the chair didn't allow me to. "This is detention, Meow," said the captain. "And that chair there is your throne." "You're not going to drill my brains out, are you?" I asked and realized I had forgotten to address him. "Sir." "Just a little something to make you behave," the captain said and nodded at the guy beside me. I watched him grab a remote and press buttons. Then, I heard myself scream. --- Shut your mouth, dumbass! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!

"We had this whole moment where he listened and I told him everything about Dad and Saphira and Mom slapping bio dad and he acted like he got it. Then Jess shows up and boom he's all 'we need to talk alone' and 'it's complicated.' Complicated my ass." Cole made a face. "Guys suck. Present company excluded obviously." "Obviously" I shot back sarcastic. "Because you're such a prize." He grinned a little but it wasn't mean. "Keep crying on my seats and I'll charge you for cleaning." I punched his arm light but it made me feel a tiny bit better. "You're still a jerk. But thanks. For the ride. Don't make it weird though." "Wouldn't dream of it" he said pulling into his neighborhood. "But when we

“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.