Captain Love Novels & Stories

“Curious looks don’t dig up old seasons. They just make you easy to read.” Ethan turned. “You talking to me?” Marcus capped the bottle and finally met his eyes, expression still calm. “Just an observation. You’ve been measuring people all practice.” He skated off before Ethan could answer. Eli, who had been close enough to catch the exchange, drifted over once Marcus was gone. He leaned on his stick, tone casual. “You and Rivera never talk. Neither do Rivera and Marcus. I’ve been here long enough to notice the gaps.” Ethan wiped his face with his jersey. “It’s complicated.”

The captain is telling Annika, "This is for you, my love; I want you to have this and wear it every day." Annika had run out of things to say; this is not what she expected. He is just so incredibly kind and lovely, Annika can't help but cry. , telling the captain. The captain kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you, Carl," hugging her and whispering in her ear. They are trying to catch the snowflakes floating in the air while grinning and gazing up toward the sky.

But this—whatever this was—felt completely different. Stefan didn’t forcefully take me. He didn’t tie me up. He didn’t have me kidnapped and tucked away on an island. He wasn’t my first love. He didn’t love me for years while I had forgotten him. He didn’t give me tingles. He didn’t break me just to patch me up again. He didn’t— I stopped thinking. Because if I let myself finish that thought, I’d have to face the truth. That I was loving the bad more than I ever loved the good.

He sat with his eyes on the floor and the posture of someone who was genuinely not well, which was true enough that the rival captain didn’t need to interpret it. Another moment of silence. Then the captain stood and moved toward the door. He reached it and put his hand on the frame and stopped with his back to us. He turned his head slightly, not fully back, the way you turn when you have one more thing to say and you’re going to say it without making it a conversation. “I hope that would help on the ice,” he said. Then he left. The door closed and we sat with what had just happened for a moment before either of us reached the next thing.

“Who the hell was that kid?” “Come on, we are going to be late.” I urged. Matteo seemed to grumble but he returned a stiff nod starting up the car again. As much as I'd have liked to entertain Matteo's squabbles and poke fun at how that girl set him straight I didn't have the mental capacity. We arrived at The Club a few minutes later. Inside, the atmosphere was tense as usual. The organizers were still arranging the club after last night's party. We were led into a private room where Victor Di Angelo also known as the Viper. He was the leader of the Serpent Gang, the Moretti family's biggest issue. He sat with a nasty smile on his face.

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

Clutching onto his balls, the Captain fell on the ground, groaning in pain. Carie gave me the control. While we were shifting back, Loid walked over, pulling his shirt off of him. He covered my body before Carie's white fur uncovered my nakedness. “Don't touch me again or I will rip your balls out that you put up for the show. Yet you don't even have the balls to fight against a tiny mermaid alone. You're a bitch.” I growled at that captain without even asking his name.

Another nodded, "Yeah, I've never seen him like this. Who is she?" "I have no idea. She asked if we were Captain's unit, so they must know each other well." "I don't get it." "Maybe Captain has a crush on her," one speculated. "With his height and looks, does Captain really need to have a secret crush? Maybe they’re a couple?" "No way, no way. Look at how restrained Captain's gaze is. If they were a couple, they’d be embracing by now. He’s definitely harboring a secret crush!" "Wow, even Captain has to endure the pangs of unrequited love, huh?"

“Aye, and it was the worst time of my life. Like Captain Hawk, my true love is being a pirate or highwayman—an outlaw if you’d like to call us.” “Do you think the Captain has ever been in love?” “Nah. He won’t allow it to happen. There’s nothin’ he wants more than revenge against Napoleon. Not even a pretty lass.” “Then I feel sorry for you, David, and the Captain as well.” She sliced the blade across the potato, removing the skin faster than she should. Anger built up inside her, making her want to scream. How dare he suggest Hawk wouldn’t fall in love? She would not let this man ruin her plans. Hawk was her only hope for a way out of marrying a man her father had picked—a man she didn’t lo

I stayed at the edge of the room eyes never leaving them. A teammate spotted me and wandered over. It was one of the younger guys. "Hey Volkov you showed up. Looking sharp man. Where is your date?" he asked with a grin. "No date," I said keeping my voice flat. "Came alone. You seen the captain?" He laughed and pointed toward the dance floor. "Yeah he is right there with Clara. They look good together right? Media loves that shit. Perfect couple for the photos." "Good together?" I repeated. My tone came out sharper than I meant. "You think so?"