Captain Witwicky Novels & Stories

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

She was standing here in the lion’s den, unflinching. And I hated that I admired her for it. I turned away, leading her into the warehouse. The air inside was heavy with the stench of sweat and stale smoke. My men moved us as we walked toward the center of the room, where a circle of chairs surrounded a single, empty table. Across from me stood Viktor, a man I’d once trusted. A man who had betrayed me. “You’re late,” Viktor sneered, his dark eyes narrowing. “I’m here, aren’t I?” I replied, my voice cold, detached.

Even in the nick of time, the captain can be insulting. “Then why are you even here? Taking the Gori-gori with the only four of you—no, the three of you—” the captain pointed at them except Rina. “—and you who are not even a Bronze level pathfinder… Useless!! You’re just going to screw us and we’ll have to deal with your dead body later. Go home, kids.” The captain finally said. Then he turned around to leave again, but Jai held him firm. “Let us help you.” Jai said.

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

Or I was going to have to try to convince Verzi that I was going to survive and live healthy even after pushing out a whole human with legs and arms out of my sexy, lovable, and tight vag… “You’re spacing out, honey. Come back to me.” Captain Dipshit called out hugging me from behind, then leaned in and kissed the back of my head, bursting the little bubble of happiness and harmony I had cocooned myself in. I have never hated him as I did at the moment. “Mr. Aldermen, ready to begin?” Edwina Bitchilliams shrieked out with a fake smile,

The men rushed him, cheering and laughing. But when Victor stepped into the room, the energy drained instantly. The men froze, staring as if he were a two-headed snake. "Man, maybe all this smoke’s gone to my head, because I swear I’m not seeing the Captain right now," one said. "You’re not wrong, that is the captain," Aaron snickered. "Holy shit," Wyatt exclaimed. "I thought he was joking," "So did I," Knox muttered, drawing every head to him. "Well, I wasn’t," Victor replied, walking further in and stopping beside Knox.

I asked, I heard him move around through the phone. “I know it happened fast, but Damien is in Coma. It is normal for the team to have an acting captain but to it is bad for Damien it is not just an acting captain I am captain now,” I laughed, mockly. “You can never be him, Victor. No matter how hard you try…,” I said to him. “Liora, it is not my fault Damien broke his leg…,” “I know, I am just telling you. That you will never be better than Damien,” I said.

the captain barked. I glared up at him, then turned to face the hulking beta warrior with arms the size of my thighs. When he tried to spar with me, I couldn't help it; I screamed and fell on the ground. The entire yard erupted in laughter, but he just stopped and stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "You're supposed to dodge, Luna." "Yeah, about that... dodging isn't really my strong suit. Can I just... surrender?" "We werewolves do not surrender, Luna Elowyn. Go on and take a break till you recover. What's going on with you?" the captain said, shaking his head.

No one would have thought that Dwight, the unlucky guy who got a boring assignment, earned the captain’s trust. Instinctively, Dwight lifted his chest to look proud in front of his colleagues. They looked down on him before, but now they had to please him. The difference in attitude was huge, allowing him a taste of power. “Dwight, are you here to see Captain Brooch?” “Yeah. He called me.” “I heard you went to Mr. Witterson’s mansion. How was it? Was it big? Did you stay for the night?” Such news was no secret within the organization.

The corporate wars were still active on the division servers, but the hockey captain and his plus-size nutritionist were no longer running from the storm. ​We had crossed the boundary, and our future was completely secure.