Captain Hook Jason Isaacs Novels & Stories

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

I'm sorry for everything---'' ''---No, it's not going to happen.'' ''Please.'' ''No.'' ''Please, Jason, Please I'm begging you-'' ''Can't you see Sasha? Do you think that I can love someone? Huh? You really think that there's some ounce in my heart that I care about. That I am some prince charming, a knight shining armor? I'm not. I'm Jason Vella, a billionaire that doesn't give a fuck about anybody else. Do you hear me? I don't care about anyone but my damn self."

Once the news broke, he couldn't hide the truth, even on his island. "Not quite everything," Jason said, a shadow of a smile playing on his lips. He stood up and gestured toward the curtained-off section of the forward cabin. "I realized that your 'recovery' wouldn't be complete if you felt isolated. I know you’ve been worried about the people you left behind. I wanted to show you that I’m not the monster you think I am." He pulled the curtain back.

In one car was the police captain commissioned by Holden, while in the other car was the divination expert from Skyspring Jason had mentioned. The police captain’s name was Philip Murphy, and Chadwick had gotten in touch with him before under Kayson’s orders. The divination expert’s name was Ambrose Holt, and even his name sounded majestic. Jason treated the divination expert with courtesy. “Mr. Holt, this way, please.” Ambrose’s expression was indifferent, and he assumed the mannerism of an erudite. He glanced at Jason before saying, “Mr. Queen, the location looks alright based on my brief examination.”

He handed Aaron a tub of pills and he smiled at me. Don took the doctors suitcase and supplies and escorted him out. Aaron pulled over the blanket and sat next to me. I looked over to see a young guy come over to me, smiling. "Well isn't this a pleasant way to meet the Luna." He chuckled. I smiled up at him awkwardly. "Hi, the name is Helena. What would yours be?" I tried lifting up, but Aaron didn't let me. He moved the pillows onto the backboard of the bed and helped me lean against it.

"Jason. Specialist in pissing Ryder off, and the actual captain on the ice. It's nice to finally meet the angel who managed to melt this monster." --- The next day, I was walking down the hallway alone. My mind drifted back to Jason's arrival yesterday. Beneath the guy's goofy demeanor, I could catch the sharp glint of intelligence. His father was the Chief of Police, and the fact that they were both suddenly in Chicago amidst my family's massive scandal and Henry's disappearance felt far too coincidental. My footsteps suddenly faltered. Coming from the opposite direction, Scarlett strutted arrogantly with her two cronies. Her eyes immediately glared daggers at me the moment she noticed my p

"He was here! He attacked me in my office! He's been working with the traitors Klaus and Jagua all along. They murdered Remus and now they're trying to frame me. He tried to assassinate me! Find him! Use any force necessary!" A deep, disgusted frown carved into Jason's features. The lie. It was so blatant, so complete. He hadn't just been declared rogue; he'd been branded an assassin, a traitor. Kairos wasn't just trying to retrieve the drive; he was burning Jason's entire identity to the ground to cover his own crimes. The Serpent below him, "Trident 4," tapped his comms in acknowledgment. "Understood, Master. Moving to Hangar Bay 3."

"Why did you ask?" "You looked kind of lost," he said, his eyes darting into Isabella like metal spikes. "Pardon my manners, I'm Jason." His hands shook as he moved them, in a bid to get a handshake, but then deciding it would not be gentlemanly, he took it back. Beautiful name. Beautiful male.

STACY. A man in a crisp white and navy blue uniform approaches us, bowing respectfully. "Alpha Barron, ma’am," he says warmly. "Welcome aboard your yacht. I’m Captain Jeff Green, and I’ll be your captain for this cruise. Please allow me to escort you onboard." Jason extends his hand, a confident smile lighting up his face. Without hesitation, I place my hand in his, letting him guide me up the gangway. My heels click against the polished wooden planks.

she called out, her voice echoing across the water. She treaded water, watching anxiously as two more splashes followed, accompanied by the same shower of magical sparks. Just as she turned to look back, Ken and Angelina leaped off the edge, still holding hands. But as they descended into the water, a handsome man suddenly appeared at the railing, his presence commanding and powerful. Isla's heart sank as she recognized him—Angelina's captor. His perfectly tailored suit seemed untouched by the salty sea air, and his silver-streaked hair remained immaculate despite the wind whipping around them.