Captain Novels & Stories

The captain's eyes narrowed. "I know you, Evo Xylon Anderson." He fell silent. Right! How could he not be recognized? He is a model of a popular men's magazine and the clothes, perfumes, and accessories he endorses are owned by the company he also owns. "Damn it!" he whispered. "Miss Lichauco needs to know this." The captain took his mobile phone from his pocket. His fingers quickly typed the woman's number. "Wait a minute! Don't report me! What do I have to do to convince you?"

I’m the football captain but The dean rarely calls except it’s important. After dressing up in my jersey, I honored the dean call and the reason why he called was to inform me that the coach wouldn’t be coming so I have to take the team for the training section. “Why can’t she come. Is she okay?” Curiosity got the best of me and I asked without thinking. Shit! I mentally shot myself. “Hmmm...” the dean folded his arm giving me an amusing look. “Since when did captain Sabastian begin to care about people huh?”

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

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.”

I asked. The captain raised a brow. “That information is classified.” “We’re not asking for the blueprints of your building,” I said. “Just his name.” Cole leaned in. “We won’t make a scene. We won’t cause trouble. This isn’t about anything dramatic. It’s about giving his daughter peace.” The captain looked at us like he was deciding if we were idiots or troublemakers—or both. Ryder added quietly, “Please.” Something in the captain’s face cracked—not sympathy, just tiredness.

Alec recoiled as if he'd been electrocuted, taking a sharp step back and flinging her hand away. His voice dripped with undisguised disgust. "If you're worried about infection, go find the team's female medic. Why come to me? I'm the captain, not a doctor—and definitely not someone you can cling to whenever you feel like it."

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.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

And the officer was always aware of the tramp of the company behind, the march of his orderly among the men. The Captain was a tall man of about forty, grey at the temples. He had a handsome, finely knit figure, and was one of the best horsemen in the West. His orderly, having to rub him down, admired the amazing riding-muscles of his loins. For the rest, the orderly scarcely noticed the officer any more than he noticed himself. It was rarely he saw his master’s face: he did not look at it. The Captain had reddish-brown, stilt hair, that he wore short upon his skull. His moustache was also cut short and bristly over a full, brut