Captain Peachfuzz 소설 & 이야기

He wasn't looking at me, but there was a faint, ugly smirk on his face that hadn't been there ten minutes ago. He had seen the note. Or maybe he’d seen the person who put it there. I shoved the shard into my pocket, my skin crawling. I needed to get out of here. I needed to be alone. I hurried to the parking lot, my head down, ignoring the few fans waiting by the gates. I climbed into my car and locked the doors, leaning my head against the steering wheel. My phone buzzed in the cup holder. Unknown Number: Meet me at the old pier in thirty minutes. Don't be late, Captain.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

I tilt my head to the side, experimenting, and am desperately pleased when the fire goes wide and low, creating a wide ring on the ground instead of a tall funnel. “God damn it,” the Captain says, his face bursting into a grin. Then he looks over at me. “How…how big can it get?” I glance over at Jackson who looks down at me, quite casual. “I’ve got…acres of power left in me, Ari. I’m not kidding when I say this is a croissant.” When I look back at the Captain his face is twisted in confusion. “A croissant?” I laugh. “He just means it can get big. Really big.”

he added, stepping around the bench to block my light. “I don’t scare easy,” I replied, standing up and fixing him with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Blaze looked good in the worst way. His hair was still wet from the morning shower, curling slightly at the ends like it had no idea how to behave. His shirt was slung over his shoulder, forgotten, leaving his chest completely bare and unapologetic. And of course, his smug little smirk was already in place. “Didn’t peg you for a repeat offender,” he said. “I figured one run-in with the Captain would send you packing.”

“Keep it on. If someone takes a photo of you without a helmet on… A simple post is all Alison needs to know you were here.” “I know, I know. Don't worry, I'll be good. Good luck out there, man.” “Yeah. You too.” He put the helmet back on and made his way to the stage. He grabbed a mic just as Zeke walked in. “DJ, cut the music.” Kylian instructed. “Yo, yo, yo! We've got the man of the hour in the house! Everyone give it up for the Captain of the Snow Bears team, Zeke Evans!”

***JETT POV*** I had just come out of the storage container that i had out in the middle of nowhere, the long, yellow grass that went up to halfway on the container, the top half hidden by multiple trees and brushes. I was getting it set up for someone I’d have to deal with later regarding a club dispute with him not paying up when my phone rang. Noticing the name on the screen, I answered accordingly. “Hello brother, what is it now?” “Peaches is missing.” Silence. “I’m sorry, I will need you to repeat that, slowly.” Pause. “Peaches. Is. Missing.” Red. All I see is red. I punched the first thing I could.

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

It was still there, simmering under the surface, possessive and controlled and entirely too intense. “Marcus,” Ward called without looking away from me, “leave.” Marcus looked between us, smirking despite his obvious pain. “Well, I’m your best friend, so I don’t see why I have to miss the reunion scene.” “Marcus.” Ward’s tone dropped lower, colder, carrying that command I had only heard in fragments before. Not the hockey captain. Not the man from our past. This was the businessman who could make rooms fall silent with a single word. I exhaled and rubbed my temple. The emotional whiplash of the day was beginning to catch up with me.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.