Captain Okona Novels & Stories

Ivy Bennett has no time for boys. Between keeping her scholarship, paying her bills, and worrying about her younger brother in foster care, she already has enough on her plate. Then Ryder Knox fails a class. Westbury’s arrogant hockey captain needs a tutor, and unfortunately, Ivy is the best one available. She hates his attitude. He loves getting on her nerves. But when Ryder asks Ivy to pretend to be his girlfriend, their simple arrangement starts becoming dangerously real. Because Ryder isn’t supposed to fall for his tutor. And Ivy definitely isn’t supposed to fall for the boy she swore she hated.

I dreamed of playing hockey. But I was a girl, and dead broke. I couldn't even afford a used pair of skates. Just to stay close to the ice, I clung shamelessly to a spot on the school team, the lowly gofer who washed stinky jerseys and lugged equipment every day. Because my family was poor, the guys on the team made plenty of fun of me. The person I hated most was the captain, Nathan. He was all muscle and no finesse, a guy who played on brute force alone and ran the team like a squad of shock troopers.

Oliver stood under the hot, white spotlight. The bright light burned his eyes. He stared at the tall man holding his hand. The truth hit him like a heavy, cold rock. Alexander Whitman. The famous hockey captain. The man who fucked him so hard in the hotel pool. He was actually a Montgomery. He was the son of the enemy. Oliver pulled his hand back. He pulled very hard. Alexander’s fingers were strong, but Oliver ripped his hand away. The skin on Oliver’s wrist burned red from the tight grip.

‘The Captain’ looked at her Splatana blade sustained some damage, she was shocked yet heartless, she will do anything to defeat me no matter what. The battle between me and ‘The Captain’ continued with earnest, blow after blow. Trying to see who was better than the other, as ‘The Captain’ let fly a trio of ink arrows with her Tri-Stringer as they hurtled towards me, then I ran to meet the attack and parried the three ink arrows with no hesitation. The Captain had her jaw dropped then a voice came in her whisper clip “I see you’re facing Inkcanius, my enemy. Kill him I don’t want him to stop me no matter what” said Corona, Mangey grunted *that’s Corona Virusknife, the one responsible for taki

I stared up at the yellow water stain on the ceiling shaped like Ohio, my chest squeezing so hard I couldn't get a full breath. My feet burned inside my cheap black non-slip shoes. My apron was shoved in my bag, reeking of grease and maple syrup. Everything was garbage. My whole life was one big joke. Allie wandered out of the tiny kitchen holding a half empty bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. She took one look at my face, stopped dead in the doorway, and let out a long sigh. "Okay, spill," she said, crunching on a chip. "What did Old Man Jenkins say?"

“Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon. Welcome on board. This is Captain Revamonte speaking.” I was stopped from my track, my hands were still in the compartment. I felt cold. “Yanna, faster,” Kyla whispered when she noticed I was not moving. “Who's our Captain?” I ask, my voice stuttered. “If I am not mistaken, it was Captain Revamonte, right?” Kyla was giggling upon mentioning the Pilot’s name. Revamonte. There are a lot of Revamonte, for sure! He’s not the only one. There are even a lot of Suarez Surnames, so I’m sure he’s not the only Revamonte, right?

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

Mirabelle and two of her snobbish designer friends sauntered over to my workstation, triumphant smirks plastered across their faces. “Looks like the star contestant is so rattled she can't even follow a basic set of instructions!” Mirabelle taunted, folding her arms as she eyed my one piece. “Maybe she must have been day dreaming about being on the beach with her sugar daddy.” One of the snobbish contestant pitched in. “Or was thinking about what happened earlier.” Mirabelle finished up.

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.

When Falcone reached her office she was engrossed in work and Falcone felt she was the sexiest lady while working. “Falcone stop breaking my office doors.” Okava ‘s eyes popped out. The man whose eyes reflected sheer fear, looking at the Capo who was looking like nothing Capo. Falcone came to the Girl and took her in his embrace. Okava and Carlston was embarrassed “Falcone put me down please dear.” he stopped and started to check her. ‘ “Idiot stop this right now.” she whispered yelled “SO Mr. Okava met my Husband Mr. Falcone D’ Alberto.” Okava was dumbfounded