Nekoma Captain Novels & Stories

Thiery reached out and gently took Noreen's hand, leading her back to sit on the sofa next to him. "That's Alkon Meyer, the captain of my Gammas troops. He's my best sniper,"said Thiery. "And who's died?" asked Noreen again. "Alpha Kane. He was the leader of the Southeastern Hill pack. Ever since his first mate died, he's been depressed, and his six-year-old daughter also has a speech impediment. He has a second mate, but they don't seem to get along," Thiery said in a heavy voice. "I knew he'd been having problems lately, but I never thought he'd commit suicide."

I say with a shrug of indifference. The laugh that breaks through his lips startles the both of us, which makes me giggle. How long has it been since someone has laughed if it startles them when they do? Once he’s regained his composure, he extends his hand to me in a gentlemanly way and says, “I’m Khaos. Khaos Mokotoff. I’m the team captain of the Augusta Vultures.” I extend my hand, meeting his, trying to place him. He leans in and leaves a light kiss on the top of my hand, which feels all wrong when I realize who he is.

Janessa's POV Walking into Brayden’s private condo was like stepping into an entirely different world. I thought the campus area only had rowdy frat houses and cramped apartments like Caleb’s, but this place was super expensive. It was a massive loft with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the city lights. The condo had sleek matte-black counters and polished concrete floors, and it was spotless, smelling faintly of expensive cologne and laundry detergent. On the far wall, a huge glass case held his hockey jersey, a sleek black stick, and a captain’s letter on the chest. Brayden wasn't just some college student getting by; he was the university's hockey captain, and clearly, he lived

"Yeah. This is Keto, he's the one running the op. And that's Kira." Banks threw a casual salute. "Pleasure. I've heard the name Keto get tossed around. Heard individuals with that name get things done." Keto nodded once, his expression stoic. "Likewise." "And Kira," captain said, turning to her, "I take it you're the brains behind the beauty?" Kira rolled her eyes and grinned. "You wish." I cut in. "Alright, alright, enough flirting. Cap, how many did you bring with you?"

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

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

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

"The bastard says he stays." Ichiro set his ceramic cup down with a soft, polite click. "Moretti is a very proud man," Ichiro said, a mild, hospitable smile touching his lips. "We should respect his dignity. Go purchase twenty black caskets, print the names of his top captains on the lids, and deliver them to his front lawn before dusk." The liaison froze, a drop of cold sweat hitting his collar. "Every single captain, Boss?"