Mrs Captain America Novels & Stories

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

My dick jerked in my pants as I drew a picture of me pounding into her like a truck while she screamed my name begging me to stop. Urghhh! Maybe I should just go right there and strip her off. A little distraction took a glance at her poking boobs, made me stumble on someone's foot and next, I fell so hard on the floor. Shit!! I groaned as I felt a sharp pain at my knees and rolled over. “Fucking stop! The captain is down!!!” A player’s voice screams immediately And The game stops immediately. Everyone crowded around me and my anger rose when I saw Mrs felisha rushed past the boys and came down to help me up.

she stated, turning her face to Morgan who has a small smile on her face. *Alan stood awestruck at how fast she switched and was suddenly ready to take action when she was crying just a while ago, he shook his head at his thoughts and smiled "of course, she switched immediately, she's Amanda West" he mumbled to himself and just went after her. The three of them walked up to Morgan's office after Amanda and she exchanged pleasantries.*

"I didn't realize you could hear." "I couldn't hear words. Just tone. You sounded like you were having an actual conversation instead of a captain-winger conversation." "There's a difference?" "Huge difference," Reyes said. "I've had both kinds with him. Trust me, there's a difference." "What kind did you have?" "The captain-winger kind. Mostly. A little of the other kind too, now and then, when he decides to be human about something." He shrugged. "You get the other kind a lot more often than the rest of us. Just an observation."

She leaned closer to me, whispering loudly, "Is he dead? Tell me he’s dead. I can't take another week of her talking about him like he’s Captain America." "He’s not dead," I whispered back, my stomach doing a weird, guilty flip because I knew exactly where Jeremy’s hands had been just ten minutes ago. "He’s fine." "Well, he better be," a sharp, authoritative voice cut through the room. We all snapped our heads toward the doorway. Mrs. Gable was standing there, her arms crossed tightly over her tweed blazer, her spectacles resting on the bridge of her nose. She looked us up and down, her expression a mix of strict discipline and lingering relief.

I picked it up and scanned through the message. ‘MS BECKETT: Monica said you left? Where to? Me: An important meeting. MS BECKETT: Don't lie to me, Captain. Come back now. Me: Can't… besides, aren't you supposed to be sleeping? MS BECKETT: I should be, but right now I'm on a flight to Jersey. Me: What? Turn around. MS BECKETT: No. See you soon, babe.’

“Yo, noticed how our captain has been spending more time on his phone, smiling.” They whistled in agreement. My body tightened, my hands freezing. “Probably a new chick,” another said, “his girlfriend doesn’t make him smile this much.” Another inched closer to him. “So who’s the new chick?” Zane knitted his brows. While I? I kept my eyes on my blank screen. The omega on their team flicked his gaze upward. “Or who's the new guy?” Across from them, my spine locked, my heart thumping.

"I’m just not in the mood for the theatrics tonight. Leave it." "I can't just 'leave it,'" she countered, stepping closer, her scent—sweet, too much and cloying filling my senses. It was a suffocating smell. "We aren't the only ones playing, and if we sit this out, people will talk. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it would be if the captain and the dean's daughter lost their spot because you decided to have a tantrum? Just play the part, Knox. You’ve done it a thousand times before."

Meridith burst into tears, she had never imagined that she would be the captain. "This is the first time in history that we have a female captain. I would like to........" Before the mayor could complete his sentence, the microphone was snatched from his hand.