Captain Witwicky Novels & Stories

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

“What makes you think that, newbie?” Wilt turned his glare toward Del Rio. “We’ve already acquainted with the lieutenant during their last caravan run. And this guy —” He then turned to the biggest person in their group, a towering Indian, about a head taller than Li, wearing formal clothes from his homeland. “I’ve heard some gossip here that you’re famous. Captain Madhur, I presumed?” The towering captain bowed to greet our leader out of courtesy. “So seeing you leading this group with a ranked captain like him,” Wilt continued explaining. “I’d say that makes you their superior officer. And the way you stand there like a posh with an English accent and fancy vintage tux. Are you perhaps fro

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

“Listen, the only thing I’m guilty of is being insanely attractive, I mean, I’m not as attractive as SV, but let’s be honest… few people are. The point I’m trying to make is… I could help you. You don’t look like you get laid enough. Just the other day, we had this foursome with one girl, plugged every hole she had at the same time. Yeah… I can see you like that. Do you go commando or not? Going commando has its benefits, more room for the stiffy to grow, you know.” “Shut the fuck up!” The officer had finally reached his limits and he slammed his fist down on the table. I laughed loudly. “Now would be a good time to get Wilder out of there.” I followed the captain back into the hallway and h

"Be careful, Eve. He’s a ticking time bomb today." "He’s an asset with declining efficiency metrics," Eve corrected, her voice cool and level. "And right now, his behavior is costing us wins." She didn't wait for Marcus to open the door. She pushed it open herself. Inside, the air was thick. Standing by the window, half-shrouded in the morning light, was Terry Wilde. The undisputed, ruthless captain of the Blizzard. He wore nothing but his hockey pants and a tight, grey compression shirt that clung to the absurdly broad expanse of his shoulders. His knuckles were wrapped in white athletic tape, fresh blood leaking through the fabric.

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

My mind raced with so many thoughts and most of them centred on Lori. "He didn't even look at you." Benett's voice came from behind me, bitter and mocking. "None of us matter anymore. We're just the men who hurt his precious wife." "Shut up, Benett." I snapped and turned to him, remembering the part he played in hurting Lori, alongside other members of the team. All because he became the temporary captain of the team after I was hospitalised. "It's true. He disbanded the team, Silas. Our careers are over. And for what? Some Omega who couldn't keep her legs closed?"

I snapped and his smirk immediately dropped. They were right in a sense but I wasn't sulking. It just fucking made me mad that she was still thinking about that price despite everything he had done to her. Love was a weakness I never wished to have and I hated those who succumbed to it too easily. I shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. “You guys are late” I looked up and saw Couch Jones staring at us with a frown on his face and his arms folded. “We…” “I don't care to know your excuse, Kai” He interrupted. “As a captain, you should be here sadly early”

The whistle cuts through the rink again. It annoys the shit out of me. “This is the fifth time,” I groan, dragging my stick along the ice as I turn to him. “You are enjoying this?” Ricky doesn’t even react. He just watches me with that calm, irritating look. Whistle dangling from his fingers. “Again, Dawson.” “It’s Captain to you.” “Well, act like one then,” he shoots back. “Because right now? You are playing like a first year.”