Captain Hook Face Novels & Stories

He nodded, removing his hood and allowing me full access to his face. He's such a man that other girls would roll their asses off just to get into his pants. If I happen to be that most girls, I will definitely drool over him. He has pale white skin, jet black shaggy hair that falls directly above his eyelids, and narrow round eyes. Define straight nose, heart-shaped lips, and arrogant yet feminine cheekbone, which would make him a pretty boy yet handsome in a masculine way. I couldn't see his face when we first met because he was wearing a mask and I could tell he was a year older than me.

It was the stubborn drive of a hockey captain who refused to lose a game, even when the scoreboard said it was impossible. Holden lunged to his side, sliding across the wet ice. His ordinary human hand reached out and grabbed a heavy wooden hockey stick that had been left near the team bench. He gripped the taped handle with both hands, using his momentum to swing the heavy wooden stick upward with everything he had. The heavy wood connected right with the rogue's jaw with a loud, hollow crack. The rogue let out a sharp yelp, his head snapping back as he stumbled backward across the slippery surface. He crashed into the plastic boards, clutching his bleeding face in total shock. He had expec

He's powerful, she acknowledged weakly, like she always did. I shoved her back down. My wolf had never been any help before. She wasn't going to start now. "Who are you?" I demanded, hating how my voice cracked. "What do you want?" The riders shifted, closing in slightly. Not threatening, exactly, but definitely not friendly. My captor stood perfectly still for a moment. Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached up and unclipped his helmet. He pulled it off. His dark hair, slightly too long, fell across his forehead. His face had sharp angles yet still managed to look like it was what his beauty needed, a scar cutting through his left eyebrow, another along his jaw. His eyes were grey—not like

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

Brother who has a serious face finally smile, " that's not true" "Captain's face was like seeing his bride for the first time," Sean said making my brother smile wider. "We'll go there," Brother said and I just make a face on it. How can it possibly happen when he doesn't do a thing to make it happen? " just confess already," Justin said shaking his head. " I will, Don't worry." " The question is, when?" I asked. We all looked at him and he just chuckled but eventually put out a serious face " after we defeat that bastard"

If he wanted he would have killed Sebastian right away by targeting his head but he didn't. "Are you alright?" I asked him as I pulled away. His expressions were the same, there was no pain on his face. Is he strong enough to hide that pain of his or he just doesn't want me to get worried? No, I'm already worried, he's just too strong. Thankfully. "I'm fine, you did great." He said and caressed my face as he rubbed his thumb on my cheek, wiping away my tears. We heard some footsteps rushing towards us and Nolan along with Liam came in our sight with that Captain which we caught along with Spencer. I guess they didn't let him run. There were some other scars too holding onto the triangles Cap

A bald-haired man, with a round face answered with a wide smile as he stood up. "This is our Knight Captain.” Kalen thought in amazement. The man’s bald head made his confident announcement look extremely funny.

I said, keeping my eyes locked on his hidden face. He reached up and tugged at his hood until it fell, revealing to me his face. His long, sleek, jet-black hair ran over his shoulders, and he had one side tucked neatly behind his ear. His narrow face structure was also very muscular. His eyes were dark with a golden tint around his pupils. I could definitely tell he was the vampire king. “You can’t leave without joining us for a feast,” he said loudly so everyone could hear.

"Describe him again. Every detail. Every scar." ​The captain swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "He was massive, Mr. Blackwood. Built like a mountain, but moved like a shadow. Scars across his knuckles, a jagged one near his temple. And his eyes... they were cold. Not like a thief's. Like a man who had already decided we were dead."

They had panic written all over them and looked like they intended to bolt at any sign of trouble. And it was just as well, because Noble sure as hell wanted to give them trouble. I studied the captain as he arrived before me, looking alarmed. He was an older shifter of medium height and stocky build, though not middle-aged. His facial features were quite average, with the most distinct features being his brown eyes and curly brown hair. He struck me as a very grounded and stable shifter who’d have no problem following commands. “What is your name?” I questioned, watching him.