2003 Captain Hook Novels & Stories

“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.”

He says and i smile “Good evening Curtis” i shook his already waiting hand, This is my friend Nate, Nate meet the doctor who saved me from being Angela’s baby daddy” i say and the doctor laughs "Thank you from saving my friend from that bondage " Nate exaggerated and well all laughed “If you guys don’t mind, could i sit with you?" Curtis asked and Myself and Nate nod “Heineken please " He tells Judy, and Judy nods at him “coming right up” he replies Curtis "I hope i am not intruding, i recently moved to NewYork and I don’t know much people around here" He says and Nate chuckles

"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.”

"We have a team outside your mountain estate right now, Captain. The power grid to your valley just dropped, and our guys saw a woman inside the house before the shutters came down." Rhys’s posture went completely rigid. He gripped my arm tighter, though he didn't seem to realize he was doing it. "You are trespassing on private property, Dan. Call your people off before I contact the state police." "You can call whoever you want, Rhys, but we already have the story," the reporter countered, his tone full of corporate confidence. "Our sources inside the front office say you haven't touched a hockey stick in five days. We know about the knee. We are running the headline at midnight: *The eight

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.

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."

His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. ​I shook my head. "No." ​I reached out, pulling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and pulled him down. Before he could say another word, I pressed my lips against his. ​I just kissed the hockey captain.

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.