Captain Hook Face Novels & Stories

He wanted to slap me across the cheeks again, but I screamed, “wait!” He stopped, his hand hanging in the air. “I need you to tell me what you want… please. Who knows, I might be willing to give it to you.” I managed to wink, despite the pain I felt. My little talk seemed to have gotten into his head as he slowly dropped his hands. Almost immediately, he pulled off his mask, revealing his face. Somehow, his face was familiar, but I don't think I have ever seen him. Was it his nose or his eyes or the sc… wait, he had a star-shaped scar on his face!

The situation suddenly spiraled in front of him and he could only watch dumbly as Venom was being disabled right in front of his face. A resounding slap seems to have collided with his face as the captain’s complexion turned purple, to green then to red before fully paling as he felt the humiliation that the current situation gave him. The captain’s face twisted terribly, and the black marks lining up the side of his face down his neck pulsed like a giant black parasite as his rational mind was swallowed up by the unstoppable fury and madness that overtook the control of his body.

This is how it ends. The captain stands at the prow, his presence like a slash across the horizon. Tall and menacing, his coat whipping in the wind like a dark banner. A scar cuts across his face, bisecting it like the blade of an enemy. One eye is clouded, milky and unseeing. But the other? The other gleams with sharp intelligence and ruthless intent.

"Let us pass, and you can have these to buy some wine." He thought that money could solve every problem. The captain's face suddenly changed, and he said coldly, "What do you mean? Are you bribing me?" The captain did not want to make a scene, but he felt humiliated after what Jonas did—he was angry. Slap! The next second, before Jonas could react, the captain slapped Jonas on the face without warning. For a moment, the place fell in utter silence as everyone was shocked by the incident.

But the one that stood out the most was the one standing right before the two bodies. He had a gold metal mask covering the upper half of his face, revealing only his sharp jaws and a thin pair of pursed lips. Unlike others, he stood still and silent, and didn't look much like a gangster; yet, his presence radiated an overwhelming pressure. Thick, dark brown hair framed his face. His neatly trimmed beard and sharply defined jawline exuded mature, masculine charm.

When he pulled off his helmet and mask, Ava’s breath caught. He was older, maybe mid-forties, with a strong jaw dusted in stubble, short dark hair with silver at the temples, and intense green eyes. Soot streaked his handsome face. His name tag read “Captain Kane.” “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, voice rough from smoke and something hotter. His gaze dropped to where her thin robe had slipped open, revealing the swell of her heavy breasts and thick thighs. Ava nodded, cheeks burning. “Thank you… Captain.”

I slurred. "One would think you'd be a bit more nice to me after buying you a car." "I didn't ask for it. Keep saying those things, and I'll drive the car into an ocean." His lips quirked, as if fighting a smile. I evoked an emotion in Captain Blankface. He removed a thermometer from somewhere and put it in my mouth. "I hope this is not what was stuck up your ass this whole time." I mumbled around it. He grabbed my face and came closer to me.

" That is too bad. Agents did this to you. But were you able to get the information you needed?" " Of course. There is no way I will take this whole pain in exchange for nothing." " You were able to triumph." Captain Clinton chuckled. " So, what were you so eager to find out?" " Just to capture their faces very well." " If I am to guess, that would be to help you run a search on the faces. " " Exactly what I am saying." " Have you been able to do that?" " Ah.. not yet. I had to take the little opportunity that I got to come and see you. "

I demanded wanting to put an end to it, I needed to start reaping the truths about my past and it started by putting a face on that creature. "As you wish." His white hands came out of the cape and he led them to the hood. When he finally lifted it up I held the air. It wasn’t what I expected, not by a long shot. The white man, dark brown hair that enveloped his face, as well as the beard. He was young, seemed to be no more than thirty years old. The eyes opened and the brown irises stare at me for the first time.

“You die.” The hooded figure didn’t flinch. He took two steps forward, leaned on the table with one hand, and with the other, he grabbed the edge of his cap. Slowly, he pulled it off. The men leaned forward, watching him. The hood fell back. And his face appeared under the dim light of the room. Sky. He let the silence sit for a moment, letting them absorb the sight of his face for a while. Then he finally spoke, his voice low but clear enough to be heard. With a small creepy smile: