The Superb Captain In The City Novels & Stories

I turned to him. I smiled, but I was still worried about her. I didn't call her this morning, but she left a good-luck text message. The game is about to begin. The Manhattan team skated in. We shook hands before the game. “Contain your anger, Captain,” Elias said, tapping my shoulder. My face remained cold. After we shook hands, I saw a smirk appear on their center/captain's face, Marvis Ross, when our eyes met. My face hardened. He was my cousin from my mother's side, a rude and arrogant little tramp.

"Are you deaf, or just slow? He made a mistake.” Alistair cut in before I could strangle the man again. “Captain, do you really want to stand here arguing while the threat is still out there?” The captain exhaled sharply, then spat, “Fine. You’ll get medical attention. But stay where I can see you.” Seraphine chuckled as the guards begrudgingly stepped aside, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “This is going to be fun.” I wasn’t so sure about that. As we passed through the towering gates, a sinking feeling settled in my gut—this city was about to be just as dangerous as the battlefield we’d left behind.

She turns around and there is this handsome man looking at her eyes, asking her if she will really miss the outgoing captain. Annika assumed the man must be one of the ship's new passengers because he was standing at the wharf while inside the port. The other crew members have informed me that the new captain is quite strict, very disciplinarian, and he loves memo, so I am not really looking forward to meet him," Annika replied nicely in response to his query. He responded, "Oh, really? He must be a terrible captain." "I'm not sure; we'll see. I have to get to the city quickly to buy some things. I'll see you on board later. Okay, I'll see you at the South Pacific Bar where I work. Don't be

My legs felt hollow, but I was already on my feet. Caleb’s eyes followed me as the forensics team prepared. He said nothing. He followed us to the door like a shadow that could not stop itself. As I stepped into the night air again, the city looked the same streetlights, lingering breath, a river that kept its own secrets. But something had shifted. My life, my choices, had unmade a small ordinary safe corner. The captain clipped his radio back on and looked straight at me. “We will find your friend and for now . Stay out of trouble . This seems like a harmless prank . So everyone will be dismissed “ The Captain said with authority.

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.

“Go? You beat up my man to a pulp and I’m just supposed to forget it?” Philip knew that the so-called captain of the Shannon family did not care about Philip at all. He was here not to help but to repay the favor. “Don’t turn down what’s good for you. If not for my young miss begging me, I wouldn’t be here to save you at all!” The captain spoke arrogantly and looked at Philip as if he was a mongrel. In his opinion, some people on the lower floor of the underground city were even worse than mongrels.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

“Get the hell out of my way, Mirabelle!” “You’re not going anywhere, you cheating bitch!” “Hey! What is going on over here?!” a booming baritone voice cut through the tense air. We both snapped our heads toward the entrance to see Mr. Rashford marching briskly toward us, his sharp brow furrowed in severe authority. I let out a heavy breath of relief because I was genuinely one second away from landing a right hook flat across her jaw. “Ugh... speak of the devil. Here comes your savior,” Mirabelle muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it almost went into her skull.

I felt sorry for him, being a captain of a great football team entails a lot of responsibilities, commitment and expectations from what I've seen. "I really admire your strength and like you said 'you won't trade it for anything' So just keep doing your thing and enjoying it, cause there comes a time when you can't do it anymore, and I'm sure you won't regret it, okay?" I tried to be comforting and encouraging which I'm not good at. Ugh. I hope I made sense though. "Yea. Listening to you speak is a good feeling too" he said which made me smile and I felt a little hopeful