Mrs Captain America Novels & Stories

I chuckle. Suddenly, she walks into the room. Small dark skinned woman like my wife. I saw my wife's eyes get wider. I can tell my wife likes my choice of captain. She was an attractive woman that was her height and shape. She had short black hair that went to her shoulders. While my wife had longer black hair that shined in the light. "Hello, I'm Captain Amellia. Are you the man I spoke with?" The captain asked.

In addition to this, they’ve seen Isabella Anderson being sweet with Carter Reid. [Mr. Anderson do you know what happened to Mrs. Reid?] [Is your daughter really dating the Captain?] [Mr. Anderson, are you just going to ignore us too?] [Madam Anderson, what about you? What is your take on this?] [Please say something, Mr. Anderson]

When I found out I was going to die, I accepted it with ease. My mate, Simon Knightley, came to me with a sullen expression and said, "Zora, Laila has been in poor health since birth. She's an Omega with the weakest healing ability. "One of her kidneys is failing, and she needs a transplant to survive."

Greg Ian mind linked one of our best warriors and the captain of the secret force that mostly dealt with spying and stealth, Vivian McCaughey who came about moments later. ''Captain Vivian, I need you to summon the very best warriors our pack has to offer and began intense training.'' He commanded in a stern tone.

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

Gavin started a funny smirk playing on his lip. " Now wait a minute-" Morgan started to say, turning around more and facing him. "Wait, wait; Love you're gonna ruin the magic." He said holding a hand up at her. She rolled her eyes at him making a face as she did. "Unfortunately the Captain found her hiding. She struck a nerve with the Captain. Her attitude was as fiery as the color of her hair. The Captain decided to let her stay on board until the next dock.....Instead of throwing her overboard." His smirk widened.

“Whatever mess is happening outside this building, leave it outside. I need my captain focused on the ice, not someone who looks like his mind is somewhere else. Fix it. ” Matt nodded and put his mouthguard back in before returning to the bench. The second period began, and Matt made himself focus on the game. He pushed an opposing player against the boards, picked up a loose puck, and helped set up a good shot toward the goal. For about five minutes, it looked like he was finally getting back into his normal rhythm. Then, during a break in play, his eyes moved toward the seats close to the ice. For a second, he saw a woman with long dark hair walking down the aisle.

She had history with the Ice King. Before Aaron could speak, the door was suddenly pushed open. Marcus Vance walked in, entirely oblivious to the emotional crisis covering the room. "Ah, Aaron, excellent, you’re still here. Lauretta, I see you’ve met our captain." "We were just getting acquainted, Mr. Vance," I said, my voice dropping back into a cool, professional mask as I stepped back from the desk.

It was the kind of look that I had avoided my entire life, but yet I couldn’t stop looking at him. I swallowed nothing in particular as I forced out the smile from my lips. “I know you’re so mad at me right now, but...” Cole gave me that questioning face, and just as I was about to reply, the door of his room slid open, and a figure that I never thought I would see stood there. I looked at the unfamiliar girl dressed in his jersey. Her hair was packed in a messy bun, and she looked like she could win a fucking beauty pageant despite being slutty.

Madison shook her hand in the air and my jaw hanged low. What was she talking about? “ Are you - Are you Madison Lincoln? ” My eyes went wide realising that I was talking to my Boss' Boss' Boss' Boss right now. She was too superior. “ Yes I was Madison Lincoln. I am not anymore. ” She laughed. The sound of her controlled laughter screaming her elegance. I frowned in confusion which did not go unnoticed by her. “ I got married. ” She cleared my confusion with a smile still adorning her lips. My cheeks heated up in embarassment. I was so stupid.