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As they were busy discussing, a little girl run into the office. "Mummy, mummy, mummy! Uncle Curtis said we will be going very soon. Is that true?" The little girl asked with an Innocent expression full of expectations on her face. Kelsa lifted the little girl into her embrace and placed her gently on her lap. After that, she caressed the little girls face gently and said, "Uncle Curtis was just teasing you. We are going nowhere." The little girl poked Kelsa as she said, "He also said you will say that."

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.”

I was in a large, luxurious bedroom. The bed was massive, with dark wood furniture and soft lighting from the windows. My eyes widened in shock as it trailed to the center table near the bed, there was a beautiful breakfast spread, a fresh fruit salad with strawberries, blueberries, and mango slices stacked Next to it was a note in neat handwriting: “Eat something. You will feel better…. W” My stomach twisted at once, Ward. I looked down at myself and froze. I was only in my bralette and matching tight shorts. A new set of outfits was folded neatly on a chair across the room.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

His body shifted like he was already looking for a way to escape. Emma walked around the sofa and looked straight at him. "Ryan, don't even think about it." "I am perfectly fine, Emma," Ryan insisted, moving toward the edge of the sofa, away from the doctor. "The leg feels great. Outstanding, actually. I don't need the shot." Chloe was almost doubled over in the armchair, tears filling her eyes from laughing. "The great Ryan Carter, terrifying team captain, is scared of a tiny piece of metal?" Ryan glared at her. "Keep laughing, Chloe. I'm cutting your allowance in half."

Floyd replied “Well..Well you seem to have a mouth on you. I’m Captain Eugene Krates and why does a punk kid who seems to have never heard the word discipline think he can just barge in here interrupting a work out session and insult me.” Captain Krates replied “Um… Everybody has a mouth you fucking dumbass but nice of you to point it out just and to let you know it’s justgetting warmed up and Why do I think I can come in here and insult you well maybe it’s because I was bored and just proved I can do so.” Floyd replied. “Oh we’ve got a smart ass with an attitude problem here if you're half the bad ass you seem to

“I’m hard. What are you going to do about it?” I looked at him briefly before I raised my head from his thigh and turned around so my face was directly on his crotch. I pulled down his sweatpants, surprised when his dick sprung out, slapping me in the face. He had gone commando. His dick was long and veiny. The cap was an angry red as though he had been holding back for the two and a half hours we’d been watching the movie. I leaned down slightly, rolling the cap around my tongue and he groaned, leaning back on the couch.

This had become my addiction, lying face down on the bed, taking in every scent that lingered, making sure that I didn’t dull it with mine. I was turning pathetic wasn’t I? I grabbed the console, maybe a quick game would take a few things off my mind, the door banged open, Caleb walked in with a smile on his face. “Captain!” his cheerful voice filled the room.“Not now Caleb,” I grumbled. He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t be like that. If someone hears they would think I am a bug. And you know that I am anything but a bug...” “Caleb,” I called out in a low tone, my voice drawing his attention to me. “You are a bug, in fact, if there was a way to take you off the earth, you would be the first p

I hopped, wobbled, and swore under my breath more times than I wanted to admit, the crutches leaning uselessly against the wall while I tried to wrestle a shirt over my head without losing my balance. My aunt appeared in the doorway halfway through, arms already full, a lunch bag in one hand and my medication in the other. "Do you have everything? Painkillers, in case it starts aching. Snacks, in case lunch runs late. Your phone is charged?" "Aunty, I'm fine." "You're not fine, you have a broken ankle." She set the bag down on my desk, fussing with the zipper even though it was already zipped. "You don't have to go back today. You could rest a few more days."

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”