Flash Vs Captain Cold Novels & Stories

he asks. "I... no, I'm just…" "Then why are you staring at me like a creep?" The words hit me like a physical blow. Heat floods my cheeks, and I can feel every pair of eyes in the library turning toward us. "I wasn't staring," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I was just…" "Just what? Planning to ask for autograph?" His friends snicker behind him. "Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases."

Guess I'm running mad to even imagine dirty stuff about him, as much as I know he's still a minor. "Your eyes are revealing too much, Felisha-" he chuckled. I had to bite my lip to stop it from cussing him out loud. I etched closer to his chest but almost regretted it when his sweet cologne swooned across my senses. My lips produced a groaning sound and I forced myself to break the contact. "Didn't know your obsession towards football was this much" For a moment he stared at me, his dreamy eyes digging into my soul. I managed an uptight face and a smile broke out of his lips, "I am the football captain afterall" he sniggered and I felt the need to roll my eyes.

“What the hell—!” “You don’t get to talk about my leg,” I said, voice shaking with rage. “Ever. Not from someone who got the captainship band because he's second choice.” Asher stood instantly, ready to face off. “Back off, Victor.” Victor’s face twisted as anger flashed across his ugly face. “You think this is over?” I met his glare without blinking. “I hope you remember this moment. Because by the time I get back on that ice, you'd be third choice.”

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

I turned around eyes freezing when I saw him, our gazes meeting each other. Justin Star Ryder. Shoot me Dead. He stood there looking better than the cover photo’s, messy brown hair and dark eyes focused on me. I had seen those eyes a thousand times, in so many ways but when he stood there, not half dead, not on a cover of Flair Mag or Vogue, just standing there he looked ….cold. A chill danced across my spine as we held eye contact, his lips pursed in a tight line, his jaw line doing magic all by itself, dressed casually anybody could see he was the son of Robin Ryder because he definitely looked like a million buck.

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.”

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

Lianne angrily shouted. “Hmmm, Cain did mention you a feisty one,” the captain said, “but know this Your Highness.” Captain Mock then lifted her face with her chin using a small knife blade, hard as steel and well sharpened. Lianne’s eyes widened even more at the sight of it. “I am the captain of this boat, and no one is entitled to question me or command me!” he said in a gruff voice. There was coldness in his eyes. Just like Midas. Just like Garlow. The type of men who doesn’t think twice of spilling blood.

"You want the other part." "Yes." "I have never moved that fast in my life," he repeated, quieter now, each word deliberate, stripping away every ounce of his usual arrogant captain swagger. "Because there was nothing left in me that could have let them take you. Nothing rational. Nothing careful. Just five years of pretending you were an enemy, breaking apart in about four seconds flat." My throat worked overtime, desperately searching for a witty comeback that wouldn't make me sound like a teenager reading a diary. "You're supposed to be my enemy."

What were these guys doing here? The voice came instantly. “What a surprise. To think we'd meet the thief.” Vanessa said, “She's even drinking away our money.” I ignored her words, and my eyes zeroed in on Joe's arm around her waist. It hadn't been up to a day, and they were already in each other's faces. Heat flushed to my cheeks and I looked away. “Captain, you shouldn't be around someone like her. And that's why I dumped her.” Joe's voice came and I felt so small.