Novel & Cerita Captain Witwicky

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

"I know what's at stake." "Then stay away from me when the building is empty," she said, her voice growing firm again as she pulled herself together. She reached out and took one of the coffee cups from my hand, her cool fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. "See you at the morning meeting, Captain." She turned around and walked down the hall toward her office without looking back once.

The captain had retained his title from his college days and the identity had remained what he was addressed with by his workers and closest friends. He had earned a fortune in drug dealing and had built an empire with it. While covering his main business as the CEO of different companies, the captain was a drug dealer. He was about to get off the couch when Cathrina walked in. He stared at her from head to toe. Her eyes were red. She had no shoes on and was looking like a volcano that was about to erupt. “What's the problem Mi Amor?” he began taking steps toward her. She pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare come close to me,”

I know how he moves when he's not wearing pads, I can't imagine this will be fun for him. "Cap, you’re leading the first unit," I say in a monotone, "Strong side, tight turns. Don't get lazy on the pivot." Kai finally looks at me. His eyes are dark, simmering with a mix of resentment and that toxic familiarity that made my stomach flip. "I've been doing this drill since I was six, Coach," he spits, the title sounding like an insult. "I think I know where the pivot is." "Then do it right," I snap, "Instead of looking for a camera to smile at. Go."

The Captain of the team stepped forward and delivered a cold message. "Sir Charlie Sr, this is an order from Madame Agnes. We cannot allow you to leave Galaxy City," the Captain said. Despite the overwhelming number of armed men, Charlie Sr remained unmoved. He surveyed the situation calmly and stood his ground. "If you want to stop me, then go ahead," Charlie Sr declared fearlessly, before charging towards the helicopter that was waiting for him on the helipad. In the midst of the chaos, the Captain intervened with a commanding voice, "Hold your fire and don't let him escape!" His men swiftly obeyed, launching a physical assault on Charlie Sr with a barrage of punches and kicks.

For the first time since I had met him, the untouchable, arrogant captain of the Westbridge hockey team looked completely out of his depth. Over by the window, Ethan sat hunched in a desk chair, the blue glare of his laptop illuminating his unnaturally grim expression. He hadn't said a single word since pulling up the unmasked wire transfer records five minutes ago. Victoria. Five thousand dollars, routed directly into my checking account from her family's corporate holding firm. None of it made sense. None of it fit into the narrative we had spent weeks building. “I didn't take her money,” I whispered into the quiet room, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to hold it steady.