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She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please, Vote/Comment

There is only one way to describe Elias Lockhart… Cocky to the bone.  And Raeliana Roosevelt? The one girl who refuses to fall for his charm. After one humiliating encounter too many, Elias offers her a deal: fake date him, survive Manhattan’s most ruthless private college, and make his ex regret ever leaving him. The rules were simple. Don’t fall in love.  Don’t tell the truth.  And definitely don’t let the whole school discover your relationship is fake. But sometimes the hardest fall doesn’t happen on the ice… It happens when your heart forgets the rules.

The boss may be happy after collecting his favorite players, but what would happen to the players? The current team members of CalX got along and cooperated well in-game. The fact that they ranked first in the regular season game proved their strength as a team. SUN was the captain of Flashfocus's competitive team. That meant that she was their core. Flashfocus wouldn't let her leave. She could refuse to listen to her boss and ditch her high position as captain to join CalX. However, that would be incredibly stupid and unnecessary. On top of that, even if she joined CalX to be their captain, she may not suit CalX's team's gameplay methods.

His massive frame dominated the physical space, his broad shoulders perfectly symmetrical once again. ​Lars Vance looked at the diagnostic monitor, then looked at me, his eyes wide with absolute respect. ​"The telemetry is clean, Lars," I said, shutting my briefcase with a loud, final click. "The captain is cleared to play." ​Rhys stepped over the boards and skated back onto the white ice, his movements fluid, powerful, and completely unbroken. He did not look at the Vancouver executive suite. He looked only at the center circle, ready to claim his team's victory.

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

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.

No . "Screw it!" I woke up and in a flash the chief and captain were sitting on the floor. They quickly stood up as their shoulders swelled. "W-Wait, you're the client who came to us before to work, aren't you? What are you ?! We're your ally and not that woman, Trizhor Ailorre!" The captain shouted, still smiling. I looked behind me and I wasn't mistaken, it was Trizhor. He approached the chief and captain who grinned.

Swish! The dagger swiped through the air. The dagger glowed coldly and was about to stab through Philip’s heart when it stopped. It was not that the captain did not want to but his hand could not move at all. With his right hand, Philip grabbed the captain’s hand that held the dagger. With a slight force, all the bones of the captain's hand shattered. “Urgh!” The captain let out a muffled grunt as fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Floyd takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and then thinks of everything in this world that has pissed him off to no end from the enforcers back in Justice district to Phillip and now Captain Eugene's recent insults of him. Floyd’s eyes snapped open only a second after he closed them and everything in his vision was now tented red. Floyd rushes Captain Eugene but this time once he gets close enough Floyd jumps putting his elbow in position to come down on Captain Eugene’s head. Captain Eugene Catches the elbow with his left hand and steps out of the way while throwing Floyd to the ground flat on his back. Captain Eugene looks down and looks Floyd dead

There were so many interesting informations but my focus had been on pack politics and of course hockey. I found out something interesting, Alpha Killian was a hockey captain of the Frozen Blades. An all male hockey championship team.Finally, I found out something we have in common. I searched the whole internet for any information about Frozen Blades, there were enough articles about them, especially about their sexy stunning captain, i rolled my eyes at that. I am sure he was popular with the girls, that jerk! I was about switching off the internet when a notification popped up on the screen, a newsletter I had subscribed to,