Captain Rogers Novels & Stories

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

I smiled but pressed my lips when Aliyah creased her forehead, not liking how I described them. I narrowed my eyes, gazing at the two men in front of me. “Frank’s the Captain America, and Finn’s the Superman.”

Lianne angrily shouted. “Hmmm, Cain did mention you a feisty one,” the captain said, “but know this Your Highness.” Captain Mock then lifted her face with her chin using a small knife blade, hard as steel and well sharpened. Lianne’s eyes widened even more at the sight of it. “I am the captain of this boat, and no one is entitled to question me or command me!” he said in a gruff voice. There was coldness in his eyes. Just like Midas. Just like Garlow. The type of men who doesn’t think twice of spilling blood.

“I signed up because we were supposed to have the autonomy to act. And now you’re telling me that we never had that ability to begin with? You’re seriously telling me that now that we’ve got a bead on the Prophets, we’re gonna just sit here and do absolutely nothing?” “Don’t you think that I want to sortie against them?” the captain railed back. “Of course I goddamned do! But my hands are tied, alright?!” Aurora had enough of her captain, useless as he was. She pointed right to the pips on his collar. “You oughta take those off,” she said, “since they’re clearly only there for show.” “And you hold your twice-cursed tongue, commander!” he retorted. “I think you’ve forgotten your place! You’re

About Roger's father. So I turn around and grab her by her hand. She is startled but she looks at me with confused eyes. "Who is Roger's father?" I ask her and she realises that she never told me about it. Not just me but she never told anyone about it. "John Adams," she whispers and that's when Alonso stops walking and turns around. Now this is the bigger picture we all have been ignoring. Now this is the bigger picture we were trying to piece up together. The Ocean Howlers Pack was famous for its largest Naval Fleet. But where the fuck is that naval fleet?

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."

Mason uttered. “They are allowed to put traps?” Rhea asked with her eyes wide. “Coach does whatever he Wants" Mason uttered. “I know the ropes of this forest. Kai and I analysed it before coming here so everyone should follow behind me…” “Who's the captain here?” I interrupted his words and he turned to me wuthering a frown. “There are no captains in a scavenger hunt, Zander. We are a team…” “I don't give a fuck, who is the Captain here?” I asked again and he clenched his jaws.

The scent alone triggers a stomach rumble that half the crew can probably hear when I sit to eat with them. Though I’ve told him a million times, Roger, the cook, strolls over to set my plate down in front of me before any of the others. He’s an older man, and he just can’t let go of the tradition of treating the captain like he’s special. Yes, I’m a future Alpha King. But I’m not that now, and I won’t be until my dads give up the throne decades from now. “Thank you,” I say, making a mental note to have yet another conversation with Roger about it later.

"The green flag captain?" "Ethan's at a student council meeting," I replied, sitting down on the edge of the adjacent table. "Hey, let's talk about what we're going to do after graduation." Lily tapped the table in excitement. Before Leo could reply, I looked up and saw Ryan walking down the path. He had his massive black hockey gear bag slung over one shoulder, his practice jersey crumpled in his hand. He looked sharp, focused, and entirely like the team captain he was born to be.

Suspicion rolled off him in waves. “You didn’t tell me you made new friends,” Asher said, finally glancing at me with a blank look. I folded my arms. “We just met. Like… fifteen minutes ago. And he seems nice,” I added pointedly. Mr captain smiled slightly at that and I threw him a smirk. Asher hummed. “That’s what they all look like in the first fifteen minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re dramatic.” Mr captain laughed softly, moisturising his lower lips with his tongue. “It’s fine. I get it.”