Captain Witwicky Novels & Stories

Didn't expect the young man to be so desperate. “Wiggy, you are not allowed to fight in this condition. Stay here with me, at least until the medicine dries up.” “Then let the others fend for themselves? Can not!" said Wiggy. “I am their leader, I should be in the front row.” Lillian's green beads started to glaze over again, so the young man approached. Holding his chin, showing the widest smile and the cheerful look of Wiggy the North Tomer Forest Leader.

Which it did, especially my sanity. “Professor, please,” I started, my hands gripping the edge of his desk. “You have to reconsider. Anyone else, literally anyone. I’ll take Jake, I’ll take Rita, I’ll even take that guy who vapes through his sleeve in class. But not him. Je-bal!” “Get in line,” Ryder growled behind me, stomping down the aisle like an angry gorilla. “This isn’t happening. I’m not wasting a year babysitting someone, a queer nerd who can’t even keep his emotions in check.”

I told him, throwing a bit of praise his way. Yates smirked, a familiar cocky glint returning to his eyes. "Well, I happen to be the captain of the varsity hockey team. Who wouldn't like me?" "Good question," I murmured dryly. "And then, of course, there’s you," he added, his voice dropping an octave. My brow furrowed. "Me?" "You completely like me too, don't you, Gwen?" he challenged, a knowing grin on his face.

The lives of these people meant nothing to him. The captain and his teammates scowled. They did not expect Chaplin to be so heartless. Under normal circumstances, everyone would be wary of such a dangerous place. However, this guy was ordering them to rush headlong into this place. He was simply outrageous. “Since you’ve accepted my payment, you have to follow my orders or you’ll get it from me!” Chaplin threatened angrily, intimidating them with his status. Captain Nico Wick scowled unhappily. He had never taken on such a mission before. This guy was simply disgusting.

I wanted to make a salute, but apparently, the chair didn't allow me to. "This is detention, Meow," said the captain. "And that chair there is your throne." "You're not going to drill my brains out, are you?" I asked and realized I had forgotten to address him. "Sir." "Just a little something to make you behave," the captain said and nodded at the guy beside me. I watched him grab a remote and press buttons. Then, I heard myself scream. --- Shut your mouth, dumbass! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!

Greg Ian mind linked one of our best warriors and the captain of the secret force that mostly dealt with spying and stealth, Vivian McCaughey who came about moments later. ''Captain Vivian, I need you to summon the very best warriors our pack has to offer and began intense training.'' He commanded in a stern tone.

Jake, the Deputy Captain, charged in first, gun raised, followed by a line of fully armed officers. Dark gun barrels instantly pointed at everyone in the room. "Nobody move! Police!" That thunderous shout made Barbara wet herself on the spot. Jake's gaze swept the room and landed on me standing in front of Elena. He immediately holstered his weapon, stood at attention, and delivered a crisp military salute. His voice boomed with authority, filling the entire space. "Captain Wilkinson, Vice Squad Team Two is assembled and ready for orders!" That single 'Captain Wilkinson' cut Tiffany's laughter short.

He taunted them with his eerie voice. Captain tapped Smart’s fingers while snorting. “How about we find our seat as well? We have a long night, don’t we?” He brushed his clean butt and got ready to bend his knee. “Shall we?” Smart also did the same. “Oho, the floor.” Black could not believe her eyes. “This gotta be so good.” White cheered at her side. “What kind of tea do they bring? Seems piping hot.” Mad Hyena was also amused. Placing his arms on top of his lap, Captain calculated everything and rearranged the structure of his sentence so he did not have to repeat the offense. His heart couldn’t hold it much longer if he had to repeat it twice.

"May I just remind you that Dr. Rosella Hawl is already taken. Wouldn't want a World War III with the Richforte's right?" "Hey, it's not what you think—" He stops me by putting his other hand up. Then he suddenly smiles— that smile that I usually saw to— gays! He slid his hand to Captain Welton's chest as if seducing him and I can't hide my laugh when I hear his voice and see the look on his eyes, making Captain Welton step back. "W-what the hell are you doing—" "Captain," I cover my mouth with my hand to suppress my laugh. "You know, if you want, I can give you a service. You don't have to steal Dr. Hawl, I'm just here, daddy."

"What are you waiting for? Which one of you is going into the shark tank?!" A man roared on the stage. I looked at the vicious man on stage and let out a sigh. That was the infamous pirate captain, Captain Kaplan Levin. He was one of those brothers and I called him Tiger as his nickname. Luckily, his eyesight had always been poor. He likely did not recognize me with different makeup and the cleaners' uniform. Tiger kicked over the gaming table in front of him, and Winnie trembled out of fear as she hid behind Hank the best she could. "Hank, I'm scared. That scarface is so terrifying..."