Novel & Cerita Pucking Around With The Captain

The crowds sighed as Adira tantrums like a kid. “You’re too slow!” “I told you to kick it!” “You wasted my voice!” I pursed my lips and shake my head. My eyes widened when I saw Captain already kicking the ball. I gasps couldn’t believe he had snatched the ball from the opponent. Our group roared and each of them shouted his name. “The ruthless captain was now advancing the ball!” the announcer’s voice echoed in the stadium. How come he got it that fast?! “Speed,” Caius whistled.

One captain says, “How could you use Chris to take the knife for you? Do you know that he grew up with you?” I snapped, turning to look at the captain, who threw something towards me. “I did not know. I thought he was with Rogue. I did not realise it was him! With everything that has been happening. I just— “ Captain snarled dismissively, “How could you mistake one of your Pack for another? Hypocrisy! How could the enemy be on your side? Say something convincing when you lie!” I glared at him. If there is a chance of making it out of this chair, I am going to cut off his head, then I will end anyone who dares to speak against me.

Knox looked up, eyebrows furrowed. "If you think I’m touching a drop with the captain there, you’re wrong." Aaron grabbed his arm and pulled him off the bed, fingers combing through Knox’s messy hair to push it back. He smirked, amusement glinting in his eyes. "You need to let loose, Knox," he said. "The captain can’t steal your fun tonight, so come on."

he taunted. What the fuck is this guy’s problem ? “Don’t narrate your own pathetic story while taking my name, Mister. I can beat your cocky ass in the pool any time,” I smirked. “If you don’t know, I am the captain of this club and I don’t waste my time with noobs,” he replied back but there was still an amused grin on his face that said that he was just messing around with me and that he did not mean any of the things he was saying.

"A few years ago. I ran into him at a charity event. He was alone, standing in the corner. I went over to say hello, and he asked me how you were. If you were okay." I stared at her. "What did you tell him?" "I told him you were doing fine. That you'd become a journalist. That you were making a name for yourself." She shrugged. "He didn't say anything after that. Just nodded and walked away." I didn't know what to say. Seven years. Seven years and he still asked about me. Sienna leaned closer. Her voice dropped. "Be careful, Emily. Daniel isn't the boy you remember. And this town isn't the same either. People talk. And if you're here to dig into Carter Development, you're going to make enemi

He didn't pull her closer, but the sheer, unyielding weight of his presence was absolute. "I’ll dump the puck when I’m dead, Eve," he murmured, his grey eyes flashing with a sudden, wicked brilliance behind the visor. "Watch the monitors from the box. And don't worry about the math. I’m going to make sure Hunter forgets how to count by the end of the first period." He let his hand drop, turned on his heel, and marched down the tunnel toward the ice, the roar of the crowd exploding into a deafening wall of sound as the captain stepped out into the light.

“You might want to consider adding a 'please' to that request.” The captain tried to push my boot away. I let him, then took my foot off his chest and stepped back two paces so he could stand up. As he came up in a rush, I raised my hands and let him grab my wrist, although his grip was clumsy from anger. Rolling my arm forward, I broke free from his hold and tapped his shoulder with my knuckles, making him flinch. I then reached past his guard and flicked his ear. It was a small, child’s taunt that made the line snickered.

I'm so near, yet so out of reach. I crack a punch down his jaw and the pain that goes through my hand makes me hiss. "Fuck!" I shake my hand and fingers furiously to get them numb while I direct a glare at the captain "Is your jaw made of fucking iron? How am I the one in pain?" Captain Pem stares at me, bewildered. His hand rises slowly to touch his jaw, and when he does, I see him wince. My punch did hurt him. Hah, good to know.

I looked up at him, trying to read his face, see if this was a joke. It wasn’t. His expression had softened, but there was still that hunger. That weight. “I—” I started, then stopped. Swallowed. “Yeah. Okay.” “Good boy,” Captain said with that crooked, cocky smile of his, the one that curled at the edges like he’d just won a bet. Like I was a prize he’d known he’d win eventually. What the hell was it with him and knowing exactly how to rattle me with two words?

Coach barked after I missed a clean pass. I didn’t answer. “Eyes up!” he snapped. I skated back into position, jaw tight, chest burning with irritation that had nowhere to go. Lyon skated up beside me during a water break, nudging my shoulder with his glove. “You good, man?” “Fine.” “That’s your third ‘fine’ today.” I shot him a look. “Drop it.” He raised both hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Just don’t bite my head off.”