Mrs Captain America Novels & Stories

"I'm going to be leading this team in no time." A chuckle slipped out of her as she stepped into the room with a cat-like sway. "Confident. I like that." She stopped inches away from me, her eyes tracing the line of my collarbone before locking onto mine. "Though I hear the Captain doesn't take too kindly to people trying to steal his spotlight." "The Captain can try to stop me," I replied dropping my sweatsoaked jersey into the bench. Silence floated between us very briefly and then she stretched her hand out. "Your phone?"

Even though she was older, the charming, graceful middle-aged woman was the captain of the 1st division, and her name was Felicity Lawrence. There were five captains and more than 100 elite members of Admiralporium gathered there. The captain of the 2nd division, Drake Thompson, the captain of the 3rd division, Micah Crawford, the captain of the 4th division, Jasper Henderson, and an old acquaintance, Shien Cooke, were all there. Drake had met Kayson before in Clouspring as well. He had made a fool of himself in Kayson’s presence. At this very moment, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not acquainted with Kayson and he refused to look at him.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

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

“You know, Mr. J, Landon has never really introduced himself to me. Funny how the hockey captain and his cheerleading captain have never been properly introduced.” She stopped in front of me and stretched out her hand. “I am Marissa Caldwell, but you already know that. I'm captain of the cheerleading team.’ I didn't respond; I was too perplexed by her sheer audacity. “I'm impressed with the audacity. How dare she?” Zane sneered, showing me images of how he wants to tear her to pieces. “Hooo. Landon, if she knew how much you hated her. She wouldn't come close to you at all, but can you just calm down, please?” Tristan's voice teased through the link.

More than once, she threw Kristen to the ground, humiliating her and beating her senseless. As the days passed, the hatred in Kristen's eyes grew sharper. One night, she lunged onto her cellmate's bunk, clamping her hands over the woman's mouth and nose. But her cellmate overpowered her, and Kristen's head struck the bed frame. Just like that, she died on impact. Meanwhile, Elijah had his captain's license revoked after the accident. Still, the company had no intention of giving up on such a gifted captain. Yet, whenever he stepped onto the bridge as an assistant, he would fixate on the red dot on his phone. Then, he'd steer the ship straight toward the open sea.