Saluting Captain Sky Novels & Stories

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”

But I also hated the fact that she is insinuating that the guy who had asked me a question earlier was the one interested in me. "Well, look at them. I am not wrong." Following her gaze, my eyes once more met with his. "I am not wrong right?" Skylar asked grinning. "Just so you know, I am this ship's captain, and it is going to sail so beautifully." Skylar cheered as I sighed wondering why I am seated with such a strange person.

"Or go down in history as the guard who protected a murderer." The Captain looked at Serenity’s eyes. He looked at the frantic, screaming Stefan in the tower. Then he looked at the locket on her neck. He slowly lowered his rifle. "Open the gates!" The Captain yelled to his men. "NO!" Stefan shrieked. The heavy iron gates creaked open. The Captain was the first to drop to one knee. "Welcome home, Your Highness." Clang. Clang. Clang. One by one, hundreds of soldiers dropped their weapons and kneeled. The sound of rifles hitting the ground echoed like music.

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

It’s kind of boring, but the call a while ago was making my mind busy. “So, he’s a captain?” I turned to Zero. I nodded. I took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. Stars was shining brightly on the dark sky. A scenery that I will never get tired to look at. “And you’re in love with that captain?” I didn’t budge. I saw the side of his lips lifted up. This dinner with them was surely a hell for me. “Stop asking the obvious,” I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you ask yourself about that?”

"That's my job." "Your job is to follow my lead," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "On this team, I am the law. You skate when I say skate. You pass when I say pass. You sit your ass on the bench when I tell you to sit. You got me?" I met his glare, refusing to be the first to look away. "Loud and clear, Captain." For a moment, I thought he might actually hit me. His knuckles were white, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. But then, he did something worse. He leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing my throat, and inhaled.

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.

“Ward Bennett is not just any player. He brings massive sponsorship money and investment to this franchise. What if Dr. Matthews makes even one small mistake? What if Ward’s recovery suffers? You signed a contract with this team not Matthew. You have a responsibility!” I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation and frustration. “I understand my responsibility. But I also have to protect my own mental health and professionalism. Ward and I have history. It was becoming too complicated. I made the call for the good of everyone.” Dr. Timothy opened his mouth to yell again, but the door opened once more. Jax walked in casually, wearing a light jacket and jeans, with that charming smile on his face.

Ever since that day, the word Captain had more weight than it should. Besides, I hated the hockey team. “Say it,” Zane said, “Say ‘yes Captain.” With a strained voice, I said. “Yes…Captain.” It sounded wrong. Forbidden. Like I was handing over something sacred. Zane tilted his chin, a smirk ghosting across his face. “Good.” His approval made my body shrivel in a way I dare not name. He turned around. He picked up a rope—red—from the desk. My stomach clenched hard. “I thought we agreed on no pain.”

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”