Captain K'nuckles Flapjack Novels & Stories

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

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.”

"You don't even like chicken wings. Besides, you didn't tell me that you were coming, so I didn't prepare a portion for you!" Nathan shot Klaus a glance before muttering, "Then, why does Klaus have one?" Hilda handed Nathan a drumstick. “I made this for Professor Clark, but he didn't show up. So, here, you can have it." Nathan was furious, but he could only swallow his anger. While eating the drumstick, he stole a peek at Klaus's wrist. Sure enough, there was the apricot seed bracelet on his wrist. How dare he flaunt that in front of me?

His eyes widen but he does not argue, instead, he gets on his knees, his palms resting on his thighs as he looks up at me. “Good boy!” His dick twitches and I chuckle. Standing up from the sofa, I walk towards the back of the cabinet, pulling out a stash of toys I keep in a kit, for days when I have to go to the strip club from the hospital. I open the kit, pulling out a long device. It has a long ropelike chain with two metal pegs attached to it. I bring it over, his eyes widen. “What's that?” “It's a nipple clamp, and I'm going to be using it on you.”

Nessie chased him out with two chef’s knives advising the next time, highland oysters would be on the menu. Currently, Knuckles sat on a stool at the center workstation eating cake that she had removed to level it off. He watched as she placed the last few details on the four-tier cake. “What’s going there in the center?” he asked motioning to the large empty space between tiers two and three. “Fresh flowers and clovers.” She said wiping her brow and inadvertently wiping icing onto her face. Nessie looked up at his chuckle. “Finding flowers funny, are yeh?” “No.” Knuckles said standing up and walking around the table towards her.

I wondered if he and Misha ever crossed one another before. Then came Royce Dalton, who ran racketeering. Someone called him ‘Knuckles’ once during the introductions, and it actually fit. Big guy, thick hands, the kind of face that looked like it had taken a punch and shrugged it off. He smirked at Misha like he was waiting for a reason to be amused. Or offended. Maybe both.

He moves with confidence, easy grace, scanning the crowd. When his blue eyes find mine, he grins and raises his stick slightly in acknowledgment. I wave back, forcing a smile. Then the Icefangs take the ice. And there he is. Knox! Number twenty-two. Captain. The C on his jersey is visible even from here. My breath catches. He looks... wrong. Thinner than I remember, even under all the gear. His movements are still fluid, still powerful, but something's off. Like he's moving through water instead of gliding across ice.

"I kicked him in the shin during drills, Brody," I lied smoothly, forcing a casual shrug even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. "He was crowding my lane, so I taught him a lesson. Right, Captain?" Jaxson didn’t even look at me, but his jaw ticked as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. "Vane’s got a heavy stick," he grunted, his voice flat and completely dismissive. "Drop it, Brody."

the big man in yellow clothing said, a big smile was plastered on his face. “Knock it off, Captain Flare! I think he did it on purpose to promote the windlets! Have you seen anyone fly that high?!” the princess retorted from her seat beside the king. “But, but, he could’ve… Ahahahahah!!!” the captain rolled again in laughter. Major Kirly sighed beside him, “He’ll be done in a few minutes, princess. Please ignore him.” The princess puffed her cheeks in slight irritation and sat back.

“Do you know just how many branches of the Capital Gang are in Flutwell? Do you know how many fighters are in each of those branches? “You understand nothing yet want to destroy the Capital Gang? “What a joke! “Keep on dreaming!” The beautiful women were laughing their stomachs off. They were enjoying the show too much! This was all too exciting! They did not think they would be able to see a clown performing right before their eyes! Ai Kamino pulled out a thin and long cigar before lighting it up.