Captain Hook Face Novels & Stories

And the officer was always aware of the tramp of the company behind, the march of his orderly among the men. The Captain was a tall man of about forty, grey at the temples. He had a handsome, finely knit figure, and was one of the best horsemen in the West. His orderly, having to rub him down, admired the amazing riding-muscles of his loins. For the rest, the orderly scarcely noticed the officer any more than he noticed himself. It was rarely he saw his master’s face: he did not look at it. The Captain had reddish-brown, stilt hair, that he wore short upon his skull. His moustache was also cut short and bristly over a full, brutal mouth. His face was rather rugged, the cheeks thin. Perhaps t

But because of that, the two puppets dashed to his front and made a slash on the side of his face. The silver mask was severed and fell, revealing a handsome, delicate face inside. But at this moment, a wound was left on his face. Blood flowed slowly. “Ahh!” “He... Why does he look exactly like those clones?” After looking at Mask’s face clearly, Hermione exclaimed at once. “He’s also a puppet man?” After looking at his face clearly, the Phaseless Dweller was infuriated. “So a spy was among us, just die then!” Countless attacks were directed at Mask.

The moment the guard and I stopped in front of him, he didn’t even bother staring at me. “Here she is, sir.” The guard said with an expectant smile. “May I have my payment now?” he asked, his palm stretched. The guy stared him down with a mean glare before finally turning to me. “Ah…there she is.” He breathed, stepping in front of me with an emotionless smile. “The face that could launch a thousand ships…. Helen of Troy.” He chuckled. “Excuse me?” I hissed, staring at the bloke in glasses.

Del fuero as his elephant ears reddened and his glare at me intensified, halatang hindi nagustuhan ito especially that someone who was laughing right now at his expense. "Will you shut your goddamn mouth, Captain Corteza???" Galit na saad nito sabay lingon sa likuran nito, causing the staffs blocking the captain from the view hastily stepped to the side and revealing the laughing captain. Probably they're scared to be pierced by their employer's dagger look. At the sight of the captain, napapatango na lang ako. I can tell that he had the same height with Mr.del fuero's but not with his behaviour for sure. His black hair was slightly wavy and long, but not as long as Allan's shoulder length h

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

Slightly hunched shoulder, shoulder length dark hair and he wore a black overall coat. He held on to the neck of a particular man that was dying. The man's face were rotten and maggots emanated from his badly beaten body. His legs hung in the air and her father's look alike was laughing sinisterly with his back turned to her. "Dad?" She called and the laughter stopped, the roaring fire blazing from the distance. He turned and his profile was the most horrific thing she had ever seen. Part of his face looked like they have been cut off and unidentified but his other half had Drake's face and as their eyes met, he dropped his victim and smiled, exposing his teeth.

Did this guy get into a fight with a pack of rabid raccoons or something? Who knows, who cares. I squint at him, unimpressed. "Who are you?" I ask bluntly as I size him up, unimpressed by his flashy grin. "Henderson Adam, how could you not remember me? I'm the captain of the Iverton ice hockey team, it makes me sad you don't remember," he says with a smile, his eyes twinkling with a hint of irritation. He scratches the back of his head, the sunlight catching the strands of his messy brown hair. I tilt my head, squinting at him as I try to recall his face. Nope, nothing.

the professor said before finally leaving the room. As Mr. Adams stood next to me, I couldn't help but be taken aback by his sudden action of pulling down his hoodie. It revealed a face that was practically carved by the gods themselves, leaving me completely stunned. His features were strong and chiseled, with piercing brown eyes that seemed to hold a mysterious spark. It was as if he had stepped out of a Max Steel movie, resembling the actor Ben Winchell, who played the heroic protagonist.

"Are you blind!? This man is a member of The Black Guard! It should be clear as day she's in league with them! She must be a plant to gather information or recruit for them! What kind of sorry ass captain are you!? Your incompetence is showing!" "Oh my incompetence?" A smug smile began spreading over the Captain's face. He held up a small stone attached to the necklace and began pouring magic into it. There was a brief flicker, an image of how the fight began was displayed mid air as if it was a hand held projector.

“I don’t like him. He’s trouble. Look at that smug face.” Another man catches my eye—a hulking figure with wild blonde hair that looks like a lion’s mane. His face is marred by a deep scar slashing across his cheek and jaw, giving him a feral appearance that makes my stomach churn. The next has a mahogany skin tone, his features sharp and regal, but his silence unnerves me. His eyes are heavy with something I can’t name—pity, perhaps, or guilt?