Captain Phoebus Novels & Stories

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?”

"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."

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

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.”

But I click my teeth, promising myself to remain focused, keeping the conversation, strictly professional. "Well, our driver's corpse is currently at the forensics department and we are waiting for the autopsy results to prove what already know, which is the fact that the anonymous captor had shot him with a gun. And about the gun, my wife told me that the gun had this cross sign with the inscription, "hades" on it. It was a pistol that was used by the way but that was all she said." I answered, choosing to hide all of the extra information as to how my wife once used to be a slave.