Captain Hook Face Novels & Stories

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

He made his way to me with a potion that insisted I immediately take. I stared hard at him as my coughing fit suddenly ended. He had boyishly good looks. His face was masculine in the right spots and youthful in other. Hell even his mouth that was slightly cut back further into face didn't bother me. His eyebrow eventually raised," do I have something on my face?" He gave his toothy grin, seeming amused by my wandering eyes.

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.

It made her think if this man was the kind that was usually mentioned in those books that she had read before. Having those dark eyes, a very strong jawline, and that dark and lustrous hair that was neatly cut to the side, yet it was now showing growth revealing a trail that traveled down to his chin. “All right,” was all she could say still a bit dazed from looking at him. Hearing that the captain’s smile grew even wider. “Just make sure to call out to me if anything happens,” he says.

His face was covered with a mask but, funny enough, he wore an expensive suit. He didn’t answer. Can you at least reveal your face! You said you aren't here to hurt me! "Talk to me!” He placed his hands on his head, and pulled off his cap and mask. I gasped.

A golden hook! The man's left hand had been cut off. It was replaced by a golden hook. This was not a special feature, but at this moment, Ding Hao remembered that when he fought in the Towering Buddha Pagoda, he killed several masters with Black Moke Force in their bodies. Among them, the master with a scar on his face had disclosed that a man with a golden hook as his hand had transformed their bodies and had planted the Black Moke Force in their bodies. When searching the sea of consciousness of the master with a scar on his face, Ding Hao could vaguely see the appearance of the mysterious man with a golden hook as his hand.

As he straightened his stance, I placed it over my left eye and turned toward him. My voice trembled with delight when I saw those dark eyes secretly caressing me. "Look at me, Captain. Don't I look like Captain Jack Sparrow?" He walked toward me with two lazy steps. He wet his lips and took my face between his hands. "You do. The difference is that you've pirated something else." He touched the eyepatch with his fingers and brushed my cheeks gently. With a racing heart, I asked, "What did I pirate from you?" He placed his fingertips on the little butterfly clips in my hair and looked deeply into my eyes.

The captain eyes him and then huffed, throwing him like he was a stick. “Thank you captain. Thank you.” He jumped into the rider’s seat on the carriage, preparing to enter. The Captain hovered around our carriage while we waited for the giant palace gates to open. He reared up behind me and stopped next to me. Chris made to flip the reins but he stopped him immediately. “Captain is here a problem?” he hopped down, walking up to my side too. The captain was looking at me, looking underneath my hood. “Show tour face she-lycan. Now!” he barked.

When he sees the horrified expression on my face, Captain McAndrews’ face contorts into a hideous, wicked smile. Slowly, menacingly, he begins to laugh.

"We aren't alone and very soon, the man we're with will come searching for us." He cocked his head in her direction. "Do you think I care?", the faceless man replied. He rolled back his shoulders, relieving some unseen tension in them before bringing a hand up to his head, pulling the hood off and revealing his face. He looked like a villain straight out of a comic book with a large, jagged scar running from his right eyebrow, across this eye and right down to his jaw. The spot where his right eye once was had been replaced by a gaping hole.