Captain Puffy Novels & Stories

— Captain Paul, are you ok? — Mental state of Captain Paul, how's it going? ….. It's all about captain Paul. — He's fine, he caught a robber yesterday. Even though it's just words, Fiona's tone of Fiona is extremely pleased. Just need to add a billboard flashing LED lights to the top of the head, come and see, quickly look, my army uncle is super cool. The message jumps to the main screen again. — Captain Paul true that Captain Paul No matter where he goes, he can't hide his sloppy nature.

"Um...that, I'm waiting for an invitation. Am I disturbing you?" "Fine, it's up to you!" He said as he stepped towards the dispenser while carrying his cup. This quiet atmosphere feels even more awkward when you're alone with someone like Gavin, who is known to be very difficult to approach. "I heard that the captain has been a thug for years and even became the leader of the thugs on the outskirts of town. Many have claimed to be victims of the robberies that he and his men did, until finally the captain and his group got into trouble with the famous mafia in this city. Captain assaulted that mob boss nearly to death, because of which he was jailed for several years."

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.”

I'm so near, yet so out of reach. I crack a punch down his jaw and the pain that goes through my hand makes me hiss. "Fuck!" I shake my hand and fingers furiously to get them numb while I direct a glare at the captain "Is your jaw made of fucking iron? How am I the one in pain?" Captain Pem stares at me, bewildered. His hand rises slowly to touch his jaw, and when he does, I see him wince. My punch did hurt him. Hah, good to know.

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please,

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous? Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill. Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too. Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain. Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?

I looked up at him, trying to read his face, see if this was a joke. It wasn’t. His expression had softened, but there was still that hunger. That weight. “I—” I started, then stopped. Swallowed. “Yeah. Okay.” “Good boy,” Captain said with that crooked, cocky smile of his, the one that curled at the edges like he’d just won a bet. Like I was a prize he’d known he’d win eventually. What the hell was it with him and knowing exactly how to rattle me with two words?

Chapter 59 -Who the captain really is Emma tapped her phone and opened her social media. Almost immediately, notifications started popping up everywhere. Right in the middle of them was a video from a morning TV show featuring Allison. Emma pressed play. Allison was sitting in a cream-colored blazer, looking sad as the interviewer asked her about the canceled wedding. “I just never thought my own sister could do something like this,” Allison said. “I tried to protect her, but some people only care about what they can get.”