Novel & Cerita Captain Kuchiki

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

But the captain, on the other hand, casually finished off all the cake on the plate. "That's the worst cake I've ever had," the captain said bluntly, dealing a heavy blow to Shirley. Just as Shirley was about to roll her eyes, her body suddenly froze! Hold up! This habit seemed peculiarly familiar, like it belonged to Keith! Taking a step forward, Shirley reached out to grab the captain's face. Unexpectedly, he caught her hand and lightly kissed the back of it. "What's this? Although I said your cake was terrible, I haven't given my final score yet. Are you so eager to surrender?"

Chapter 3 A silver envelope sat on the dark wood of Ryan Carter’s kitchen island. It looked harmless, but it had the power to stop the highest-scoring forward in the National Hockey League in his tracks. Ryan stared down at the elegant silver script across the front. He knew that handwriting instantly, and he certainly knew the name printed right above the return address: Matt "The Monster" Garrity.

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.

Tsk. Did they really have to stare at freshman students like they wanted to devour them? “Kieran, Donavann, Landon...” He started to introduce them. My eyes stayed on the floor. I barely heard the lecturer’s voice. Why care about anything if I wouldn’t see James? “Where’s your captain?” he suddenly asked. “Vinn Graham?” My stomach dropped through the floor. No way! “Vinn Graham?” The lecturer called again, and that was when he showed up like a movie star.

Now I feel even more pressured. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out for yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...," the Kea rapid fires and we walk out of the holding room. I try to keep my face blank as I take my seat, but I can feel the females look me over. When I bring my eyes up I look right into the face of the most beautiful Bronkark woman I have ever seen and a smile breaks across my face.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.