Captain Kuchiki Novels & Stories

I told him, throwing a bit of praise his way. Yates smirked, a familiar cocky glint returning to his eyes. "Well, I happen to be the captain of the varsity hockey team. Who wouldn't like me?" "Good question," I murmured dryly. "And then, of course, there’s you," he added, his voice dropping an octave. My brow furrowed. "Me?" "You completely like me too, don't you, Gwen?" he challenged, a knowing grin on his face.

He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls. Untouchable. My eyes slowly moved from Zale’s face, meeting Knox’s intense gaze. No one tells you what it is like to have his attention on you. No one says how hard it is to exist under those black eyes that felt like they were drowning you in. There wasn’t anger in his eyes, maybe that would have been easier to decipher. He was cold, yet a chilling amusement swirled in those orbs that lacked depth. I straightened my spine, “If you don’t, I will have the school authority informed,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t give away my fear.

I wonder if the dish is actually a Keter-type SCP object. “Thanks for savoring it,” Kartika said in a good manner and then leaves to the second floor. “I pity him for having such a cursed dish every single day,” Buriko said sluggishly. “It looks like I am going to Isekai,” Jeje said sluggishly. “Ah~ so good~” Cocong moaned. “Silence!” Jeje throws the pot to Cocong’s face. Kartika has ascended the stairs and she turns right. She sees a white door at the end of the hall.

the captain asked, puzzled, eyes glued to the iPad. While the captain focused on his Ipad, he never let Kaizer out of his sight. That calm, impenetrable poker face returned, a shield masking whatever was brewing behind it. Anyone else would have trembled. Anyone else would have cracked under the weight of suspicion. But Kaizer? He was a storm held in check. “Did... did I say Kaizer Salvador?” the captain asked confused, looking at his peers. “You just said Kaizer Salvador,” he said, voice sharp. Kaizer immediately turned to him, bowing.

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."

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.”

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.

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.

I let out a heavy sigh, shifting my weight to stand up, but Jessica reached out and pressed both hands against my chest, pushing me firmly back into the sofa. “You look completely dead on your feet, Lu,” she murmured, her voice softening. “How about I grab you something cold to drink before you collapse?” At the mere mention of a drink, my throat burned with a dry ache, reminding me just how little water or food I’d had since driving across the state. “Make it something cold,” I muttered, leaning my head back against the cushion. “Sure thing,” Jessica replied, flashing me a slow, deliberate wink as she stood up. She returned a moment later holding an icy bottle of beer. “Here you go, papi. Y