Captain Rogers Novels & Stories

Then, Roger's voice rang from outside, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. If someone has to be blamed, blame yourselves for being useless. You failed to affect Patrick. However, while dealing with abandoned bargaining chips like you, I won't be that cold-hearted." "Let me out!" I didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. "Don't be anxious, Beauty Charlotte." Roger said with a smile, "There are three lifeboats attached to this yacht. My men and I will drive two of them away, leaving only the roughest one behind. There are two oars on it."

“We’ll see how long that fire of yours lasts.” As he reached out to grab me again, a deep growl resonated through the clearing. The leader of the rogues froze, his eyes widening in shock and fury. Out of nowhere, a massive wolf barreled into the clearing, knocking some rogues aside. I immediately recognized the Werewolf. It was the captain of the Storm pack's patrol team.

“Our thirty days are up. “I’ll be there at nine tomorrow.” I looked at the piece of paper. The weight that had been crushing my chest eased up a little. He said, “I know I have no right to ask you to come back. “But the least I can do is stand by you until the very end.” I nodded. “Alright.” There seemed to be something more on his mind. His lips parted and closed silently before he ended up saying, “See you tomorrow, Millie.” I met his gaze. “See you tomorrow, Captain Tanner.”

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

The heavy cloud of fear that had hung over the harbor seemed to lift all at once. An old captain with a thick grey beard and a captain's hat stepped forward. It was Captain Rogers, a man who had sailed with my mother ten years ago. He looked up at me with wet eyes. “Miss Elena," Captain Rogers said, his rough voice carrying across the wind. "Your mother was a great woman. She always treated us like family. Susan Carnegie treated us like numbers on a piece of paper. If you are anything like Clara, we will follow you to the ends of the earth. Tell us what you want us to do."

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “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.”

I knew that we didn't have leads and of course it drove me crazy that I still didn't know who Roman had been stealing information from. "We successfully managed to capture the rogues who attacked us today." I told her. "I have complete confidence that - with Captain Park's help - we'll finally be able to get answers." "You have them? Here? In Woodfell? " Rodger asked, his eyes widening. Rodger's bark had always been worse than his bite. He talked and sounded tough but there's a reason my mother put him in charge of social welfare and not under security and defence. His words were moving but when it came to action, he was a coward.

He had an odd, slightly smug smile on his face as he cradled his injured arm. Robbie pursed his lips, arching his brow toward Troy and shrugged one shoulder. "Well, that'd be you, wouldn't it, while Cap's indisposed at the moment?" "Yeah, you're right Robbie. I'm the captain of this ship right now." I gawked at them both for a second, then threw my head back in laughter. "What are you talking about?"

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.