Pucking Around With The Captain の小説・ストーリー

The captain doesn’t even look up, just continues to tend to his task: sharpening a single protracted claw with a silver file. We’re silent, other than the sound of his filing, and I gesture for Niko to take a seat beside me. When we’re finally settled, the captain speaks. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just kill you now.”

Joshua quietly shifted closer, while Adrian tightened his grip around his stick. Nobody trusted this and the captain stopped in front of Lukas. He looked at him for a long second. Then, he removed one glove slowly and held out his hand, the arena suddenly felt much quieter. Lukas looked at the hand, then at the captain and he hesitated, only briefly before reaching forward then their hands met. It was a firm shake and nothing more. The captain nodded once. "You all play well." His accent made English sound expensive but Lukas couldn't process that, he just blinked.

"Keeps the fans off my back, keeps her from the attack of the angry fans" "Yeah, well," I muttered, crossing my arms and sinking lower into the cushions. I didn't know where this arrangement was heading, but watching the girl I was actually interested in pretend to date my captain for the next year? I know it's not good.

The captain eyes him and then huffed, throwing him like he was a stick. “Thank you captain. Thank you.” He jumped into the rider’s seat on the carriage, preparing to enter. The Captain hovered around our carriage while we waited for the giant palace gates to open. He reared up behind me and stopped next to me. Chris made to flip the reins but he stopped him immediately. “Captain is here a problem?” he hopped down, walking up to my side too. The captain was looking at me, looking underneath my hood. “Show tour face she-lycan. Now!” he barked.

I slowed when she mentioned that he was the hockey captain of Dad’s hockey organization, my fingers tightening around the edge of my plate. Whatever she was saying didn't concern me. Whatever happened between Alex and me tonight was simply a show. I had barely settled onto my bed when my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and the first picture that loaded made my stomach twist. The hockey captain carries a fattie. My thumb froze over the screen. Another post appeared beneath it. Fattie dumps ex for hockey captain. The comments were multiplying faster than I could read them. Then another caption caught my eye. Hockey captain, all this is just for a show.

It was still there, simmering under the surface, possessive and controlled and entirely too intense. “Marcus,” Ward called without looking away from me, “leave.” Marcus looked between us, smirking despite his obvious pain. “Well, I’m your best friend, so I don’t see why I have to miss the reunion scene.” “Marcus.” Ward’s tone dropped lower, colder, carrying that command I had only heard in fragments before. Not the hockey captain. Not the man from our past. This was the businessman who could make rooms fall silent with a single word. I exhaled and rubbed my temple. The emotional whiplash of the day was beginning to catch up with me.

But just as he moved to lunge at the nearest rogue, the captain’s hand shot out, gripping his arm firmly and stopping him in his tracks. "Hold on..." the captain rasped, his voice hoarse as he glared at Marcus. He swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing himself to stay composed. At this point, they were all gambling with their lives, and by the looks of it, they had already reached the eastern edge of their patrol zone.

"Our entertainment is officially over. We just received confirmation on a paid mission, a real contract, so we have no more time to play games with you two." I slowly lowered the weapon, stepping back to stand in front of Nina, keeping my arm extended to shield her body. The Captain turned around smoothly, straightening her dark leather corset and brushing her long hair over her shoulder. She looked back and forth between Nina and me, letting out a sharp, amused laugh. "By the way," the Captain said, her eyes flashing with playful mischief. "You both are bloody liars. That married story was absolute trash. But you definitely cannot deny the intense lust between you two. You should probably f

Swami taught "Capt. "It is enough not to aggravate Captain Swamy". Clara teased. "Paul, you are lucky today, 'Captain. "Please don't distract us from the story": Paul turned to the Captain. "No one can pay attention to the story if you both sit like this," Captain. "Please do not move," Paul scolded Clara as she sat on his lap. "Oh… and…" Clara sat on his lap again and moved. "Your trousers are moving," teased Captain Paul. "No matter how many meditation classes you: go to, the captain is the same old captain. You won't get better," Paul.

He gave up, tossing the pen onto the coffee table with a small laugh, and for a moment we just sat there, the quiet easy in a way it hadn't been in weeks. Both our phones buzzed at once, then again, then a third time in rapid succession. "Okay, what," Rhys muttered, pulling him out. Priya's message sat at the top of the group chat, three exclamation points deep. ‘ASHBOURNE IS DOING A HOCKEY CAPTAINS REUNION. ALUMNI. EXHIBITION GAME. DINNER. THE WHOLE THING.’ "A reunion," I said, scrolling through the flood of details. Former captains returning. A meet-and-greet. Old photographs going up around the school. A whole week building toward some kind of celebration dinner honoring the current capta