Captain Archibald 소설 & 이야기

"You're so small, he probably didn't even notice you were there." A wave of low laughter rippled through the surrounding players. The humiliation tasted worse than the dirt in my mouth. "He tripped me on purpose, Vale," I said, my voice tight, refusing to lower my eyes even though every instinct told me to look away from his suffocating gaze. "You saw it. Or does the great captain only see what suits him?" Cassian raised an eyebrow, a cruel, amused tilt forming at the corner of his lips. "What I see is a boy who throws a tantrum every time he gets tackled. If you can't handle the physicality, go play chess."

Bald head And a visible scar ran under his right eye. He smiled. "I was beginning to think you'd never find me." "Who are you?" I snapped. His grin widened. "Just a messenger." He took another step forward. " I bring greetings..." His eyes darkened. "...from our Alpha.”

On the other hand, in the bustling training room, Prince Addison turned the heads of the other imperial knights as he clamored to challenge the departing Adelstein knight to a friendly duel. "Your highness, we've finished our duty of delivering the documents to his majesty. We're not here for sparring," Captain Alaric said, the left hand of the duke and leader of the Black Sword, explained courteously. "Captain Alaric, I'll take the responsibility. Spar with me," Addison persisted, eager to gauge the Adelstein knights' prowess and confident in his own skills. "But, your highness," Alaric objected, before being abruptly interrupted by Addison.

replied Captain Arnold. "Ready Captain!" said his men. The men shouted for his men to immediately withdraw from the battle. “I have to see Professor Alex!” mumbled Captain Arnold. Captain Arnold immediately ran towards Professor Alex's laboratory. While on his way to the laboratory room, Captain Arnold shot dead several monsters in front of him. “Professor Alex, how is it going?” asked Captain Arnold breathlessly. “They made it Capt. They managed to find the cure!” said Professor Alex while hugging Captain Arnold. Captain Arnold was surprised when Professor Alex hugged him.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

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.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

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.