Captain Puffy Novels & Stories

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.”

“Get the hell out of my way, Mirabelle!” “You’re not going anywhere, you cheating bitch!” “Hey! What is going on over here?!” a booming baritone voice cut through the tense air. We both snapped our heads toward the entrance to see Mr. Rashford marching briskly toward us, his sharp brow furrowed in severe authority. I let out a heavy breath of relief because I was genuinely one second away from landing a right hook flat across her jaw. “Ugh... speak of the devil. Here comes your savior,” Mirabelle muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it almost went into her skull.

He had his helmet tucked under his arm, his messy brown hair sticking up in every direction, and he was holding his phone out right in front of my nose. "What do you want, Miller?" I muttered, my voice a flat, irritated rasp as I tried to push past him. "I'm not in the mood for your crap today. Go find a protein shake." "Oh, you're going to want to see this, Captain," Miller chuckled, completely ignoring my glare as he tapped the glowing screen. "Look at the text my girl just sent me." I glanced down at the screen out of annoyance, fully expecting it to be some dumb meme or a reminder about a team party. But the second my eyes locked onto the text from Chloe, my entire body went rigid.

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

Floyd replied “Well..Well you seem to have a mouth on you. I’m Captain Eugene Krates and why does a punk kid who seems to have never heard the word discipline think he can just barge in here interrupting a work out session and insult me.” Captain Krates replied “Um… Everybody has a mouth you fucking dumbass but nice of you to point it out just and to let you know it’s justgetting warmed up and Why do I think I can come in here and insult you well maybe it’s because I was bored and just proved I can do so.” Floyd replied. “Oh we’ve got a smart ass with an attitude problem here if you're half the bad ass you seem to

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

“Is it the girl? The one upstairs?” I didn’t respond, but something must have flickered across my face, because Matteo’s smirk widened. “I knew it,” he said, his voice low but triumphant. “The infamous Dante Moretti, captivated by one little captive.” One of the other men laughed. “Guess she’s special, huh?”

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.

“Decision points only.” Derek gave a small nod and skated off. Coach appeared at the end of the row after the next whistle. He held out a hand and Jax passed him the tablet. Coach scrolled through the timestamps and the notes, expression unreadable at first. Then he gave a short, professional nod. “Clean enough. Finish the last three and send the file to my tablet. Don’t add anything else.” “Got it.” Coach handed the device back and walked toward the bench without further comment. Jax returned to the remaining clips.

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.