Captain Hook Jason Isaacs Novels & Stories

I looked like some sort of pornstar. "He was going to post that photo online, so everyone could see the nudes of the famous Isabella Wells-Newman," Jason sighed, "I hate that you think I'm the devil in all this Meda, Zachary is currently playing you. He played all of us into thinking he's the good guy when he's not....." I was tired of listening to him now, "My mom asked you something, tell her and leave me alone." Even Amethyst's soft eyes were not enough to calm me down. I knew I had to walk away from this room if I was to leave this place unscathed.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

Uncle hangs up the phone and there is a determined look on Jason's face. The next morning Jason enters the police station where he works, He is wearing dark sunglasses to hide the dark rings under his eyes that he got due to lack of sleep. As he walks into the office he is stopped by Frank, who is assisting him on the various murder cases. "Detective Silverman, we have another body and you need to see this one, this guy has an arrow through the heart!" Frank shows him a picture of the dead body, it's the volleyball player he had just killed the night before. Jason can't look at the picture and pushes Frank's hand away. Jason walks over to his captain's office, the door is open. Jason knocks

Charli met them first. "Chelsea..." Her words weren't forming as they hugged and cried. "What happened?" I asked. "I got the shot, the one I'd been waiting for," Isaac said. "When he hung up the phone, he was angry. Before that, it was weird. He was calculating and methodical. No emotion. But after hearing Alex's voice, he lost it, enough to turn his back. He'd made everyone lie down." "Dead?" I asked. "Sir," an officer said to Isaac. "Sir, come with us."

Yes. This scene was… intense. Natalie, after being rejected, kidnapped the doctor and brought him home. The female crew members immediately lost their minds. “AHHH! Jason tied up?! This is my dream!” “Stop screaming—you’re not the one going up there!” “Why does it have to be her?!” “So annoying—she doesn’t deserve him!” “Ahem!” Phil clapped. “Everyone settle down! Ready—three, two, one… action!” Isabella transformed instantly.

He knows being a Castigado has its privileges but this is something he cannot go beyond without doing the dirty work. Jason then turns away. He reached for his phone in his jacket's pocket and took it out. With his quick thumb, he decided to call Stella but it would just beep. He did it a couple of times and every time is a beep. “Fuck!” he cursed under his breath. He looked for his assistant’s number and called. On the third ring, his assistant answered. “Send me Charles’ new phone number,” he commanded and rudely hung up. Not two minutes later, he received a text with Charles's number. He clicked it instantly and called. It started ringing. While it was, Jason turned and saw Jenkins with a

He flicked a hand, and his own security detail stepped forward to block them. "Jason, I'm not here to crash your party. I just want one woman! Hand her over, and I'll leave right now. You can continue with your fun! But if you get in my way, Mr. Rook and I won't let this go." "You bring your people onto my ship and wreck my party, and you dare say you won't let it go?" Jason gave a cold laugh. "Did your brain shrink to the size of your namesake, Mr. Toothpick? You've got it backward. I'm the one who won't let this go!"

Most of the Warhawks roster was currently busy trying to drown their adrenaline in liquor or grinding against local omegas on the floor. Not Santiago. He was a predator on a stakeout. He had only agreed to this neon-lit hellhole because Isaac Corres was a master manipulator who had somehow wired himself directly into Santiago’s central nervous system. The door hissed open. A lean, sharp-jawed man stepped in alone. Isaac had ditched the oversized jersey for a black leather jacket that hugged his frame, his silver-blonde hair swept back, exposing a throat that hadn't been marked yet. He looked different every time he shifted—an independent stray who refused to join a pack.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Should I come back Captain….we are just kind of in limbo right now anyways.” Jason said half way out the door. “Jason, stay.” He said his eyes were not leaving Morgan’s. “Captain?” Jason asked cautiously. “Good. That's a start.” He responded to Morgan. “Jason. The Evening Star is yours.” Gavin said, turning to face Jason. “Captain i cant-” Jason started

Lucas caught him effortlessly, lifting him up with ease, his stiff expression softening ever so slightly. “Hey, kid,” Lucas murmured, ruffling Jason’s hair. “Having fun?” Jason nodded enthusiastically. “So much fun! But guess what? We went on the pirate ride, and Ethan let me be the captain!” “Did he now?” Lucas glanced up, his gaze landing on Ethan, unimpressed. Ethan, still draping himself over me in a display of over-the-top concern, smirked. “That’s right. Jason was a natural leader.” Lucas set Jason down and straightened, his gaze shifting to me. “And you? Are you actually enjoying this or just going along with it?”