Concordia Captain Novels & Stories

The captain's eyes narrowed. "I know you, Evo Xylon Anderson." He fell silent. Right! How could he not be recognized? He is a model of a popular men's magazine and the clothes, perfumes, and accessories he endorses are owned by the company he also owns. "Damn it!" he whispered. "Miss Lichauco needs to know this." The captain took his mobile phone from his pocket. His fingers quickly typed the woman's number. "Wait a minute! Don't report me! What do I have to do to convince you?"

He doesn’t look at me but his words drip like there’s venom laced in them. Practice ends an hour later and the team drifts toward the locker room. My ribs ache slightly where Nash hit me earlier. It’s nothing serious but enough to serve as a reminder that this is his show and I’m only the supporting cast. I’m halfway to the tunnel when Coach calls out behind me. “Mercer.” I stop and turn as Coach skates over slowly. His expression is calm but measured. “Walker’s the captain here.” I nod. “Understood.” He studies me for a moment. “Whatever history you two have…”

To top it all, his gentle and calm demeanor oozed love, attraction and protection. I felt strongly drawn to this breathtakingly hot model that my subconscious peered her imaginary spectacles down and chuckled, “You are wetting your panties, dear.” I mentally rolled my eyes to my inner-conscious, when suddenly his deep, magical voice said, “Welcome to the team Ms. Stone. I am Lucan Cohen, son of the Alpha of the Ocean Spirit Pack and Captain of the Boys’ Basketball Team of Asheville,” he introduced himself. “Wow so this hottie is the captain of your favourite game. Why don’t you see what he can do with his balls, no pun intended,” my bitchy subconscious smugged.

Kayson walked into the room and took a glance at Tyler while he said casually, “Did you send Connor to my company?” Tyler’s expression was unpleasant. “S-So you’re Kayson?” He was immensely shocked in his heart to find Kayson here. Could it be that Connor had failed? Kayson asked calmly, “Are you interested in joining Connor to be cripples?” Tyler’s pupils constricted violently. “Did you hurt Connor? Connor is a level-1 member. The vice-captain will come for you if you hurt him!” Kayson said nonchalantly, “Vice-captain, that’s all? That’s disappointing. Can you please tell me what will bring the captain to me?”

Lori A loud shriek of pure joy escaped my throat the moment Philip’s name flashed at the very top of the leader board. Erasing the heavy cloud over my head for a split second, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight, fierce hug. “Congratulations, Philip!” I cheered genuinely against his shoulder. “I’m so happy that you won! It seems like designing bikinis is really your thing!” “Thank you, Lor,” Philip whispered back, giving me a quick squeeze before stepping back to look me in the eye. “But don't think you’re off the hook. We are having a serious talk about whatever is tearing you apart the second we get back to the suite.”

Somehow, I don't know why but I got goosebumps; all the cheerleaders were now have come face to face upfront at the direction of players. A whistle blew out in the air when captains of each time shake their hands in the encouragement of sportsmanship. Now, I can see clearly with my eyes the people who are shaking their hands. My jaw dropped on the ground when I saw in the blue uniform the one and only Cole Maxwell was standing tall ahead of the captain of Sanders team. He has sparked in his eyes, and he was smiling. What a fool I am? Literally what a big fool I am? I must remember that he is something in the team, but how can I possibly let go of it in my mind? If he is something then he mus

A few whispered, eyes widening as they recognized me. "This is Xander Hayes," Coach boomed. "Former Blizzards captain, scoring machine. He's joining us as a forward. You'll better treat him right—he's here to help us howl our way to wins." The group erupted in cheers and claps at the news. A tall guy with a beard stepped forward first—must be the current captain, judging by the C on his jersey. "I'm Eriksson, captain. Heard a lot about you, Hayes, you're a legend on the ice. Welcome to our team." He shook my hand, a genuine smile on his face.

I reached the frosted glass door of the coach’s office, turned the handle, and stepped inside. But the second I crossed the threshold, the low sentence cutting through the quiet room made me freeze completely. Coach was sitting behind his desk, looking over a new stack of transfer transcripts with the athletic director, his voice flat as he finalized the roster. "...Bluey Monroe for hockey captain this season."

Even Ethan, who was always the first to joke around, was laser-focused. We had one week. One shot. And Belmont wasn’t going to let us take it without a fight. I knew that the second I saw them standing outside the school gates after practice. Three of them—grinning like they had a secret. Connor Dempsey was front and center, the bastard captain of Belmont’s team. He wasn’t the best player, but he had a mouth on him. “Well, well,” Connor said, arms crossed. “If it isn’t Claremont’s golden boy.”

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.