The Superb Captain In The City Novels & Stories

We won the next game too. Back home, the city noticed. There was a piece in the sports section, a short one, four paragraphs, about the Vipers' new offensive chemistry, the "unlikely pairing" of their captain and their volatile new acquisition. The writer called us complementary. He used the phrase "symbiotic danger," which I read three times on my phone in the elevator up to my apartment and then put away.

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.”

He was a very good man indeed. Mayor Samson Jill was invited by Mr. Edison Grey to his charity event in Brooklyn. He was the guest speaker in the said event and was praised by many as he told them the story of his life and success. Mayor Jill reminds simple even if he already has money and he never boasts about his status. His speech was interrupted by an armored man who was about to attack Mr. Grey. The military got the news and rushed to the scene. When Carter saw Mayor Jill on the scene he tried to pick him up and drag him out of there but unfortunately one of the attackers shot him in the chest.

Chapter 721 I Feel Sorry for Your Past While hearing the discussion of the audience and looking at the man staring at the captain opposite with a dark face, Sydney felt like she had a headache and massaged her forehead. Facing Julien's hostility, the captain was so embarrassed. But those few young police officers behind him laughed like crazy. "Ahem ahem!" the captain cleared his throat. Then, as he scratched his head, he looked at Julien and said with embarrassment, "Mr. Flint, could you let me go?"

After all, although they were suppressed, they had the numbers on their side, and the captain was a top expert from Blackwater City… The fact that the opponent could easily brush their attacks aside was terrifying! The captain, who was also shocked, was about to call for a second wave of attacks when a voice sounded. “Stop! It’s me!” Andrius revealed himself. “It’s him! Captain, he’s the one who saved us.” “I didn’t think he’d come back. It’s amazing.” “Yes, it’s truly incredible...” Everyone whispered among themselves, and the girl’s eyes sparkled brightly. “Friend…”

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

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.

First day on the job and I’m hauling my camera bag through the arena tunnels, heart hammering because this was supposed to be my break through. I had studied this team like the palm of my hand. I spotted him right away. Riven Holt. Captain. Star forward. The guy everyone talked about like he was some kind of hockey god. Tall, built like he could break someone in half without trying, dark hair messy from practice, jaw set like he was permanently pissed off. He was barking orders at some rookies near the bench, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “New girl,” he called out when he noticed me standing there fiddling with my lens. “You the photographer? Let’s see what you got from warm-ups.”

And when they did, the room they were in was clearly bare, dusty like it was never used. A young man, visibly no older than twenty-three, answered the call. "Identify yourself." His eyes were black, blonde hair. There was a feral gleam in the man's eyes, like a hunger no one was able to sate. He had a strong bone structure. Muscular despite the dip that hollowed out under his cheekbones. "My name is Captain Daxton Walker, requesting landing for our Elysium-6 vessel, Peacemaker," Dax answered, coming to my side, in the visual of the man.

The young man burst into manic laughter. "I know you're trying to trick me into talking, but what does it matter if I tell you? Our captain used to be a free‑fighting champion. After the apocalypse, his awakened ability enhanced his body even further. When he kills you, you won't sense a thing—your head will already have been blown apart by a single punch! "But for someone like you, our captain won't let you die so easily! "I told you—he'll break your bones one by one, smash them into pieces, and let your marrow spill all over the ground for dogs to eat!