Captain Hook Face Novels & Stories

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

I was that sick, and it's all because of him. The pink-haired captain flashes me a grin and a wolf whistle. "You're looking mighty fine, little werewolf." I move before I can stop myself and the knife in my hand flies. I see the captain's eyes go wide in alarm and he doesn't duck. If his statue-still state is any indication, I'd say he's scared shitless. He turns his head to the side slowly and his eyes meet the knife embedded into the wood just an inch from his ear. Panic floods me for a split second. He could tell his men to throw me off board, or even come at me himself.

Yeah yeah, I know pirate, as you can all see, ( he talks as water splash into him and every other one) our ship can not go any faster than this untill we make it out of this place, we will soon leave this sea problem. Captain Jones, Head it the Dutchmen, looks ahead and forward seeing us all, his body truly prevails tht he has been cursed, face looks like a cement ground, that has been left over for years which starts peeling off anytime it moves. As he moves, his face peels and never get peeled finish, I don't understand them. Right beside him is another pirates, that seems to be his the co-pirate as I can clearly see the map in his left hand.

Lucifer stared at the figure, while sniffing, trying to get a hold of his scent, and see if it's a familiar one, but all effort to do that, proved abortive, so he spoke up. "Show your face, now!" He said in his most dangerous voice, with his usual dark aura, surrounding it. Seconds ticked into minutes, before the figure finally turned slowly to face him, but his face remained invisible, as it was covered with the big hoodie cap, the only thing that Lucifer could see in his body, is his mouth, which we're slightly parted, showing off his long fangs. "Long time, no see, Kai." Came the cool but dangerous voice, and slowly, he held the hoodie cap, and threw it off his face, revealing his face, w

“I was a captain in the United States fucking Coast Guard and now I’m a prospect for the Devil’s Saints. I can’t use some piss ant tiny as hell desk.” She could still hear his objection. He had been quite passionate about it. Listing off all the reasons why he, a big bad ass biker and former coastie, could not use the desk. All while Evie and her men fought to keep straight faces. While he had been asleep, her men had put some of her facial mask on him. Just on one side since he was laying on his side. They had kept him away from the bathroom for several minutes. But as it continued to dry, half of his face began to draw together.

When he answered his phone and heard this news, this old man who had gone through countless major events and had lived through so many worldly experiences was speechless. A peak God Ranker in a mask broke into the Mosley residence alone and wreaked such huge havoc. According to the intelligence, this masked man was Captain Silver Face of the Dark Cape Red Flame Mercenaries. Who was Silver Face? Wasn’t he David?

The three girls, Gnetol Raspberi, the redhead, Nadira WhiteShadow, the greenhead, and Acantha Neptunewings, the bluehead, crushed everyone and went to the front to gaze at the portrait. "Oh, this man is majestic," Gnetol gasped. Acantha, a blue-haired girl, agreed with her friend about the portrait, saying, "He looks appealing with the mask on. Hook! Is there a portrait of him without the mask?" "I am worried," Host Hook said anxiously, he stopped as his eyeballs rotated from right to left and vice versa, "...there is none. Every villa has a painting of him wearing the mask. To be sure, no one ever saw his true face (he hesitated again)....locals claim."

"I told you to stay put." Andrea glanced up at Hook and swallowed, torn between lock-herself-in-a-closet fear and help-me-you're-my-only-hope lust. His face was fractured from life, the scars writing a history on his face she couldn't read. Yet there was a handsomeness about him that was more than just surface level that already had her forgetting the marks. Was the scarring real? Or was it all an elaborate part of his costume? With some of the cosplayers, she couldn't tell. The lines around Hook's mouth deepened and she scuttled backward, nearly tripping over her hem.

The sheets are cool, soft, and I curl against them with a satisfied sigh. Sleep comes easy. Until it doesn’t. A weight dips the mattress. Heat presses against my back. A large hand slides over my waist. I jerk awake, breath catching. “What the—” “Shhh.” My stomach knots as I twist my head. Moonlight cuts across his face—the sharp jaw, the devilishly handsome smirk, the scar slashing through his left eye. The Captain.

I didn’t get five seconds. Three girls were already waiting by the sinks, all fake tans and fake laughs and real venom. I recognized them instantly regulars on Rowan’s I*******m comments, the ones who called him “daddy” unironically. And no I'm not some stalker, I just happened to notice one night, you know while digging up about him. “Wow, look who it is,” the blonde in the middle said, tilting her head like she was talking to a lost puppy. “Captain’s little charity case.”