Captain Witwicky Novels & Stories

"I'm fine. Can you hear me?" "However, something has happened to our captain. What did that bearded Swami teach?" Let's talk about Swami later... The captain continued... "The second group are those who always say something and are sad... Even if they win the lottery, they worry about it... The third group is those who do good in society... The fourth group is those who do dirty deeds..." "Is the captain in the fourth group or the third group" After laughing and slapping Jacob on the outside, the captain left.

However, even though Bossman couldn't go into the room where he kept Ivy and Willy and tell them that they had done more than enough knowingly or unknowingly, he appreciated that they understood him and refrained from judging him. He was so preoccupied with looking at Ivy and Willy that he almost forgot the Captain was sitting beside him, preparing for their next move. Every now and then, the Captain noticed his junior staring at the screen where Ivanka and William were sleeping peacefully. “Are these two kids all right in there?” He nodded to the Captain. “It will be over soon. I know this is not easy, but...” “But this was the only logical way to do it. I know. It is funny how you are sayi

Captain Marco was seated in his office, he was rolling the chair’s wheels around while checking his watch like he was waiting for something to happen, he noticed one of the cops walk to the detective’s office and whisper something in his ear. Of course, he might be the captain and by that, the highest ranking officer in this station, but the detective was still in charge here; these were his men, he organized and taught them everything they know, it’s not a surprise that they would owe him their loyalty.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

This had become my addiction, lying face down on the bed, taking in every scent that lingered, making sure that I didn’t dull it with mine. I was turning pathetic wasn’t I? I grabbed the console, maybe a quick game would take a few things off my mind, the door banged open, Caleb walked in with a smile on his face. “Captain!” his cheerful voice filled the room.“Not now Caleb,” I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be like that. If someone hears they would think I am a bug. And you know that I am anything but a bug...” “Caleb,” I called out in a low tone, my voice drawing his attention to me. “You are a bug, in fact, if there was a way to take you off the earth, you would be the first p

I moved through the sweaty bodies, my eyes scanning the room until I saw him. ​He was leaning against the far wall, a shadow in a room full of neon. Ryan Carter. The captain of the hockey team. The guy with the dangerous reputation and the haunted eyes. ​Perfect. ​I didn't hesitate. I didn't think. If I did, I’d stop. I walked straight up to him. He noticed me three paces out, his gaze locking onto mine. His eyes were dark, confused, and entirely too focused. ​"You lost?" he said. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up.

When the captain caught me on my challenge, I thought I would never get far with it but as he told me, it's only mind games and once I learnt the rules, it's a lot easier. He has no intention of making me buff just focusing on my strengths and giving coping mechanism for my weaknesses. He mainly focused on my speed and my aim. “It's time for the morning meeting,” the newcomer announces in a gruff, unwelcoming voice. He's Lieutenant Viktor. The Captain's right hand man. Or more like a persistent shadow. I prefer the Captain's company. No, not company. He's not here to be my friend obviously but I prefer his guidance and training to Viktor’s.

I asked when she didn’t add to her statement. “The ones I mentioned before. They are kind of like royalty here. That one with the crazy hair is Waylon. He’s the captain of the swimming team. He’s the strong, silent type.” She sighed as she stared at him. “He’s so hot.” I snorted at her. “They all look the same.” I picked at the food in front of me. “They are triplets. Then the one next to the blonde is Whittaker. He’s like super OCD and probably the cruelest of the brothers. But it’s a calculated cruelty. There are some crazy stories,” She said as she leaned closer to me.

Xavier explains, fixing his shirt. “Very well. These 1,000 white-coat warriors will be under the command of Captain Snow. Starting tomorrow, you can commence training!” I didn’t have time to say anything before I heard it. Bianca shouted angrily, “Captain Snow? Do you mean Katrina? No way is she a captain!” She just doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. She dared to question Lucius. “Yes. She is a captain and you will give her the respect she deserves. Are we clear?” He asked her, as she scoffed.

Why would they allow a ticking time bomb into their country? “You’re quite slow aren’t you?” Mane cocked his head with a mocking smile on his face. “What?” the captain stuttered as he tried to get to his feet. Although he wasn’t the sharpest, if he was dull, he wouldn’t have become a captain. This was the first time ever that someone had doubted his intelligence – or called him dumb. “Let me spell it out for you,” Mane yawned and walked towards the path created for him by the open barrier.