2003 Captain Hook Novels & Stories

Heat rushed to my face, followed by a wave of ice that settled deep in my stomach. “No.. Not him… He can't be here, not after what had happened in the past.” I tried to convince myself. Ward Bennett, and the man who had once held my heart in his hands and then crushed it without a second thought. The golden captain who had promised me forever and ever. The same man who had vanished from my life in the most public, humiliating way possible. Three long and painful years of rebuilding myself from the pieces he had left behind. Three years of ignoring the pitying looks, the gossip, that I had been nothing more than a publicity stunt.

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “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.”

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

“Brad, how was your game? I heard Hawthorne played Westfield today.” Brad hung his head low, poking at his food. “It was a good game. Though…” He didn’t need to finish. If Brad had won, he’d be flaunting it, replaying every highlight. The humble tone said everything: they’d lost. I stayed quiet, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. Carlos turned to me instead, his expression more measured. “Sebastian, I heard your hockey team made you captain. You’re making Westfield proud.” “Yes, sir,” I replied evenly. “I love playing. It’s always been my dream to make it far, finals, maybe even scholarships.”

"The Vancouver sports blogs just leaked an audio recording from your Chicago rehab sessions last year. You are heard telling the team doctors that the Seattle franchise is a marketing brand that doesn't understand hockey." ​"The audio is a digital fabrication, Miller," Rhys said, his voice dropping into a low, captain’s register. He stood up slowly, his massive body dominating the space. "It was generated by my father's PR division during the trade negotiations to create an internal conflict." ​"We don't care about the PR, Keller," Henderson said. "The team is reading these headlines. If our captain does not respect the brand, why are we blocking shots for his knee?" ​I walked out of the med

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.

There is only one way to describe Elias Lockhart… Cocky to the bone.  And Raeliana Roosevelt? The one girl who refuses to fall for his charm. After one humiliating encounter too many, Elias offers her a deal: fake date him, survive Manhattan’s most ruthless private college, and make his ex regret ever leaving him. The rules were simple. Don’t fall in love.  Don’t tell the truth.  And definitely don’t let the whole school discover your relationship is fake. But sometimes the hardest fall doesn’t happen on the ice… It happens when your heart forgets the rules.

“This is a terrible idea.” Misunderstanding what I meant, Cal shrugged. “You’ll survive. It’s just a game. After all, you’re sitting on my lap right now. You’re already surviving.” His lips stretched into a smile. My cheeks heated. His smile was infuriating. Without permission, my eyes accidentally dropped to his lips again. Pink. Luscious lips. I swallowed. Hard. What is wrong with me? Why did his lips have to look like that? This was so not fair! I immediately dragged my gaze away. No! Absolutely not. I was not going to sit here thirsting after the hockey captain like a starved puppy.

Hira Harlow's life is destroyed when her ex-boyfriend leaks a deepfake video that turns her into the center of a public scandal. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her teammates, and suspended by hockey captain Alaric Jeremiah, she leaves everything behind for a fresh start in Los Angeles. Instead, she finds Alaric waiting in her new home, now her future stepbrother. Determined to reclaim her place on the ice, Hira refuses to let the past define her. But the closer she gets to Alaric, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth behind his actions or the dangerous pull between them. With an obsessive ex, a jealous fiancée, and secrets that threaten to destroy them both