Captain Love Novels & Stories

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Captain ox the troops, rose to his feet, as four ladies appeared before them, he recognized two of them, Iranna Asgorn, the daughter of Kera Asgorn, who had been banished, and the lady now called Queen Olivia Emma, she had grown a lot, nineteen years later, after his master had spared her life, and now the same stone had come to bite him in the leg, he hoped his Master wouldn’t regret his actions of those long years ago, “Hello ladies.”, the captain said, looking at the three ladies before, him they could not be underestimated, that he knew, “How about we have a little discussion.”, the captain said. Iranna Asgorn, looking at captain Lehmuriel, a man whose ways weren’t straight, he

What were these guys doing here? The voice came instantly. “What a surprise. To think we'd meet the thief.” Vanessa said, “She's even drinking away our money.” I ignored her words, and my eyes zeroed in on Joe's arm around her waist. It hadn't been up to a day, and they were already in each other's faces. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I looked away. “Captain, you shouldn't be around someone like her. And that's why I dumped her.” Joe's voice came and I felt so small.

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

“You were pretty good at making me believe the hate.” “I had to be.” His voice dropped. “If I let myself admit how much I needed you on this team—how much I needed you—then I’d have to admit I was failing as captain. Because captains don’t lose control. They don’t lie awake thinking about the girl next door. They don’t want to pin her against every wall in the house and kiss her until she forgets every hit she’s ever taken.”

We had a little turbulence on our way, but we landed safely. “There’s a storm hitting the Guardion,” my captain said before he left. “Thanks. One Storm is enough for me, though.” He smiled. “Go ahead and see your fiancee, lover boy. Take care.” “You, too, Cap.” I saluted him. “Get in the car now, lover boy,” Cade said.

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”

“Kian.” “No. I heard you.” He dropped his hand. He looked at the water instead of me. I wanted to take it back and I wanted him to stay shut and I wanted a third thing I did not have a name for. The radio on my belt crackled. Dispatch, then the dock, then a voice I had not heard in ten years and would have known in a hurricane. “Vance Maritime, this is Damian Ashcroft. I need your captain on this channel. Now.”

“I need to know. How you do you know Alex and Will? Whenever I ask them, they give me some vague ass answers.” “Hmm,” the captain smirked. “Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart. That’s a closet I can’t open for you. All I can tell you is that I owed them. And now they owe me. After this is done, it would be best for us to not cross paths again.” “Why?” “You know who your husband is, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes, I do.” “Do you really?” “Yes!” “Well,” the captain chuckled. “That does surprise me. He must really love you if he was willing to share that part of his life with you.”

"But I’ve been coaching hockey for thirty years, Jules. I’ve seen captains defend their rookies. I’ve seen guys fight for their teammates. But I have never, in my entire life, seen a man look at another man the way Mercer looked at you when Silas hit you. That wasn't just team loyalty." He took a slow step around the desk, his gaze piercing right through me, and my breath completely hitched in my throat. "So I’m going to ask you one time, and you better not lie to me," he whispered, the silence in the room deafening. "What the hell is going on between you and my captain?"