2003 Captain Hook Novels & Stories

"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.

He turned to me, as we walked, before turning his face to the right. “I'm trying to keep my identity hidden. You seem to have forgotten I'm a very great hockey player.” “I don't think there's a need for you to worry. Nobody is going to harass you. In fact, I think you should try to blend in.” “Really?” I nodded. “If you act like this, people are going to be suspicious, that can lead us into trouble.” He nodded, taking off the mask. “I'd still keep my cap though. I need to look good.” I rolled my eyes. “You look good. Without or without the cap.”

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.

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

I need to see the relevance of this. “If you really want to take Carl down, there are three ways to go about it. One, publicly humiliate him. Two, get his teammates to turn on him. And three, mess with his leadership—take away the one thing he cherishes most: his captain position on the hockey team.” “How—how do I do that?”

“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.”

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

In the third period, tied 2-2, I set up Reyes for the eventual winner on a read that started with watching their goaltender's glove hand drift fractionally wide on his previous three saves and recognizing the pattern before anyone else on the ice had logged it as data. We won 3-2. Series lead 3-2. The third period had opened with both teams trading chances at a pace that had the broadcast crew abandoning their usual commentary rhythm just to keep up with the play. Their captain, the one Jax had known for fifteen years, scored midway through to tie it 2-2, a clean shot off a clean setup that deserved the goal it produced.