Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

What the fuck was going on here? I looked up at the captain, desperate to throw a million questions at him. Desperate to understand. But we hit another wave and my stomach lurched, causing me to dry heave again. He'd been smirking though. His arms folded across his chest while he watched me with a mixture of disapproval and smug satisfaction. What an asshole. "Lemme... Lemme off," I whispered, my voice weak and hoarse. The captain's smirk widened. “Sorry, lass, that’s not how this works.”

Pollux holds up his phone showing a video of a twerking dog instead. She stifles a laugh and rolls her eyes, "Whatever." She then starts heading towards the table but was stopped by a hand tugging at her shirt, "Hold it! Okay for real this time, look, I'm the new captain of the soccer team!" "For real?" Her eyes widened, "Congrats dude! You deserve it." "Aha, I like to think that but our team captain was actually injured so he decided to quit and the title was passed onto me." He rubs his nape, "I mean I'm happy, but I wish I didn't get the title for such a lame reason like that."

“Because someone… important is interested in you. That’s all you need to know—for now. You’ll find out soon.” His gaze lingered on her face with an unsettling intensity. “But while you’re in my care, you will behave. No snarling, no clawing, and definitely no biting.” “You call this care?” she spat and, without thinking, hurled the glob at him. It landed squarely on his cheek. The men around him burst into shocked laughter, clearly amused. The pirate captain wiped his cheek slowly, a twisted smile forming. “Fiery. I like that.” Then he turned cold. “Put her back in the basement.”

Lana smiled at me before walking out of the room. I picked up my phone as I got out of the I*******m page of Cole Donovan, second-year student and the hockey captain of the school and also a member of the Blackwood Boys. The Blackwood Boys were three best friends, and that consisted of Cole, Zane, and Nolan. These boys were known for their charm, their good looks, and also how wealthy they were considering that they came from good backgrounds, and it was rumoured that their parents had shares in the school, but amongst all of them, the least you would want to get involved with was Cole.

I said. I watch as ‘The Captain’ ran towards me and about to strike me with her Splatana, I then parried her attacks with no hesitation, Mangey was shocked *what!? Inkcanius just parried that attack with no hesitation* Mangey grunted. Again ‘The Captain’ tried to strike me but again I parried the attack with no hesitation, then we jumped back. ‘The Captain’ looked at her Splatana blade sustained some damage, she was shocked yet heartless, she will do anything to defeat me no matter what.

“Arhhh!!!” The slim criminal’s piercing voice filled the dark room as Captain Marco pulled on his short nipples with the tips of a Plier. Good thing it wasn’t a cutter or that nipple would have fallen off by now. “Stop it you deadbeat, let him go!!” the tough one yelled. Marco smiled and let go. “You two are really starting to get on my nerves, we have been at this for a few minutes now and you are all forming tough to break, don’t force me to go too far or you would be leaving here as a corpse.” He spat.

"Last night was... a mistake," Alexander said. He walked over to the bed, picking up his watch. His hands were shaking slightly. "It was the adrenaline. The stress. I had too much to drink." "You were sober, Alex," Oliver corrected him gently. "We both were." "Don't call me that," Alexander snapped. He finally looked Oliver in the eye. "I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this."

A bead of sweat could drop from my body, and I'd fucking hear it. Great. Abso-fucking-lutely awesome. And once again, I'm stunned and stuck to the spot. Like a fucking deer. ~ "Hey, slowpoke." The guy with the blonde hair and green eyes from before slaps my padded shoulder as we skate out. "I'm not slow." I snort, already annoyed. What's wrong with that prick of a captain? And I still don't know his stupid name. Another dark-haired guy peels the blonde-haired guy's hand off me.

“What.” “So…the hockey coach decided that the team can’t stay without a captain. So, uhm…he made Lenard the new captain.” She winces, taking a hold of my shoulders. “But it might just be temporary! Like, he’s standing in for him for now, but they could always give the position back to him. So, like, it’s not like they think he’s dead, but the team still needs someone to lead them. You know what I mean?” For a moment, I stare at her. I don’t realize I’m not blinking until she glances away uncomfortably.

LUKE’S P.O.V Vincent is pacing up and down the locker room like a wild animal, yelling at anyone who needs to be yelled at. He’s been the captain for the whole of senior year, so we're pretty much used to this. It’s far better to hear than coach’s yelling, who’s stuck upstairs with the scouts. Vincent has stepped into full captain mode. Guys are slumped on benches, chests heaving, towels draped over their heads. We’re up by eight, but you’d think we were down twenty in the second half. But my mind is somewhere else entirely.