Captain K'nuckles Flapjack Novels & Stories

"Sure, of course." Chloe stood back, snapping the picture for them with a huge grin on her face. As soon as the fan walked away, Chloe nudged Emma’s shoulder. "Look at you, getting recognized on the street. You're practically a celebrity now." "Stop it," Emma muttered, her cheeks flushing warm. Before they could walk another block, two more people paused nearby. A young man called out, "Hey! You're the baker, right? We're rooting for you guys! You and the hockey captain are total power couple goals!"

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

"Now hush up. The first flapjack is always a reject, so whoever wants it must speak up now." Dargan's hand flew into the air. Ciaran's was a second too late. Alvara smiled and plated the first one. There was a hole in the middle from where it got stuck but Dargan didn't complain. Cheese, jam, syrup, and butter were already laid on the counter. Without so much as a second thought, Dargan devoured the thing.

“It's going to be fine. You've got me, and Jackson's just being Jackson. It's not new that you two bicker. Settle it tonight, yeah? He loves you.” I wanted to believe her. But as I stared at the crowded front porch, at the glimpse of a hockey stick logo on someone's jacket, something strange settled in my chest. The hockey team was here. “June…he is here?” I asked, a frown settling on my face. “He is— I am sorry I didn't inform you. I knew you weren't going to bulge. But I am here, Imani.” And he was here. Nicolas Jamieson— the famous hockey player.

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

he smiled, pushing open the metal door that led to the outdoor balcony. The night air was freezing, a perfect contrast to the hot, stuffy gym. The balcony looked out over the dark football field, completely empty and quiet. Ryan walked over to the stone railing, reaching into his tuxedo jacket and pulling out a small silver flask. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip before holding it out to me. "What is it?" I asked, stepping up next to him. "Apple cider and whiskey," he said. "Don't tell Coach."

"Word's word." "Word's a line," Jas said, easy. "You coil it wrong and it'll whip your teeth out." "It's a joke," Freckles said, softer but not smart. "We're only flappin'." "Flap quieter," Jas advised, in that mild way that could make men bleed without raising his voice. "Captain's rules, no slurs, no lying to the captain, no women aboard. Add one: no mouths on my time. It costs rope."

The handle rattles as the boy waits, quiet but tense. The door opens, and he steps in carefully, tray in hand. Pink hair pokes out from under a face cap, short and messy like it’s been roughly dyed. He looks nothing like the Jack from last night with his ridiculous cap. Stains at the nape of his neck, a little on his fingers. And that ridiculous mustache, glued on at the corners, curls up awkwardly. Cliff said it was petty, a joke he keeps laughing at. Jack had glued that on to stop the mercenaries from calling him pretty. He glances at me nervously as he sets the tray down on the edge of the bed.

Breanna commended with a heavy exhalation. “But how come he ended up in jail, Umm... detention?”, Sophia asked in a casual tone. "And to top it off, Captain Morgan never listed him in his official discharge records." Breanna's jaw tightened. "Sophia Kendrick!" she snapped, making Sophia jump on her toes. "Blade Knuckles is on the loose. Forget Antonio for now and focus all your energy on catching Knuckles'." Breanna hedged in a hoarse tone. Sophia straightened, giving a curt nod before scrambling out of the door.

Philip countered, holding his ground. Before the argument could escalate any further, the head judge clapped his hands loudly from the front stage to command immediate order. “Attention, designers! The evaluation panel has finalized the scores, and the top rankings are now live on the main display screen.” I already knew my name wouldn't be anywhere near the top three after making such a fatal technical error. But despite the ache in my chest, I turned my head toward the glowing digital board anyway.