Captain Hook Face Novels & Stories

A few clumps of copper bronze hair fell to the ground. Uri watched white smoke rising from the wall, couldn't help but gulp. Just a slight deflection, the bullet will hit the face of the cloaked man. It seemed that the other people did not expect Alex to open fire so suddenly. The cloaked man's thin face paled a bit, but he soon returned to his original monstrous appearance. He gave a faint smile, then immediately changed his attitude. He put on a sad expression, with a tone of reproach that clearly did not match his peculiar face at all: "What to do, it seems that the captain of ours does not want to chat with us. I already..."

Captain Pang said with a wry smile, "You have all seen that the video was taken at night. The light was not good, and it was shaking violently. The picture was not very clear, so you couldn't see the face of the suspect clearly. You only knew that it was a man with whiskers. The colleagues of the technical group used excellent technology to look at the last scene of the suspect and the police officers. They dealt with it overnight and restored the real face of the suspect... That's it." As he spoke, Group Leader Pang opened his phone again and took out a photo. Alex's curiosity was completely aroused. He couldn't wait to turn the wheel, so he got up and took the phone. When he took a closer

"That's the point! Now, one more time, who are you?" "It breaks my heart that you remember so little, Princess," he smirked, removing his hood to reveal his face. He had dark curly hair on his head and black eyes with a deadly evil glint in them. His right eye had a long scar running through it, and the eye was gray. He had a sharp jawline and a rash of stubble growing on his face.

I looked up at him, trying to read his face, see if this was a joke. It wasn’t. His expression had softened, but there was still that hunger. That weight. “I—” I started, then stopped. Swallowed. “Yeah. Okay.” “Good boy,” Captain said with that crooked, cocky smile of his, the one that curled at the edges like he’d just won a bet. Like I was a prize he’d known he’d win eventually. What the hell was it with him and knowing exactly how to rattle me with two words?

That person was wearing work clothes and had a mask on their face. The captain heard that, turned around and looked at him: "My friend was inside, so the guys at the door let me in to find him." The guy looked through his mask, frowning: "Friend? Which room is your friend in? I'll take you there." The captain walked up to him while talking, "My friend is in..." Before he finished, the captain chopped him on the neck, and the guy passed out. The captain dragged him to a hidden spot, took his uniform and mask, put them on, and then just walked forward like he belonged there.

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

Red had always been a good color for her complexion. Isabelle followed the man into Hawk’s room. Sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting the captain as he lay in bed. Gone was the mask she first saw him wear, and now a black scarf-like material covered the top part of his face, open holes for his eyes. She liked this one better because it showed a little more of his nose. Next, his bare chest captured her attention, especially the white bandage wrapped around his middle. Thick stubble covered his cheeks and chin, soon to be a full beard. The man with auburn hair stood against the door, muscular arms folded smartly across his wide chest as he glared at her. Taking a hard swallow, s

the person lazily spoke, and with each word, the familiar shadow grew stronger. Shirley suddenly looked up and saw that the person still had blonde hair and half of their face was covered with a mask. "Hiding and sneaking around, what kind of hero are you?" Shirley pushed the person away without hesitation and created some distance. "You've never dared to show me your true face. Is it because you're afraid, or you can't?" The captain let out a faint bitter smile. Indeed, now he really couldn't and didn't dare to show himself.

he pointed to a smaller trail that looked to lead in front of the small group, "we may be able to intercept them. What is your plan for gaining the upper hand?" "I don’t have one. What could we possibly say that might sound believable?" They rose and took the smaller trail. All the way they did not speak, but in their minds they batted around what could be said that would be even remotely believable. Each idea sounded ever more far fetched than the last. Then they were there. The trail had become wider and they were on it right in front of the group they were chasing. These were assassins. That much was easy to see from the gear they carried. The only one the captain or Ian could pick out wa