Romans & histoires Captain

“Jace.” The name hit wrongly, bouncing off the walls in the wrong angles. “Who the hell is Jace?” Rowan demanded. “Yeah,” I said, my stomach already twisting from the thought of it. “Who’s Jace?” Now we were here, all three of us staring at her like she was about to rewrite the entire narrative of our lives. Noah gave us an answer before she could. “He’s the captain of the basketball team.” Rowan and I exchanged a glances for a brief second. Captain? I don't think I know the guy.

Captain O said clearly already loosing his cool this time as his expression twisted in a very unreal way. The question came out sharper and more forceful as the frustration was becoming visible now, thick vain became visible on his head as his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened while his hands slowly clenched. “I am the great Captain O, the only one who kissed death goodbye, the grim reaper and the only solution to life's journey on earth.” The declaration echoed throughout the hall forcing several Bratva soldiers to immediately straighten their postures as pride filled their expressions because to them, C

His heavy hand rested casually on his hip, right beside his worn leather wristband. "They aren't ready for what you're about to show them, Cassy," Karius added softly, his set lips relaxing into a rare, barely noticeable smile. "None of them are." I looked at the three of them—Elijah, the commanding leader; Chase, the passionate charm; and Karius, the stoic protector. They were three alpha hockey captains who could tear an entire arena apart, yet right now, they were hanging on my every word, waiting to watch me take over. The sheer raw attraction between us was a living, breathing thing in the room, tight and intoxicating.

He had to get the answer for that, or it’d become an obsession. “Be quiet, sir. I’m trying to lead my team here,” the captain answered, much to their surprise. Apparently the simulations could talk to people. “Sorry, captain, but I have a lot of questions—” Before he could finish, the captain interjected, “A moment please, sir. I’m very busy right now.”

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had a

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

It first time that I am happy and satisfied with the things which happen in my life. He stared at me with a confused face. Squeezing my hands in his he tried to speak but stopped when I showed him my palm before anything. " Did you recall something from this? The time when I was your captive I have begged you the same as your current situation. Did you hear my begging that time? No! Then I wouldn't. See Mr Fucking Wright table is turned, now I am the one who has more power than you " I told him holding my tears back so as not to break into tears.

Aulia nodded her head once Hisoka glanced at her, requesting her permission as well. “Great.” Hisoka intertwined his fingers together, placed his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on the intertwined fingers. “This man, next to me, is one of the Mandrill Monkeys or so-called Mandrill. His code name is Captain, coincidentally the captain of the group.” Captain shot up and slightly tilted his body forward. “The name is Captain, one of the Mandrills and also the leader. I humbly greet all of you.”

“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.”