Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

Killian remarked as he tapped my head softly. Could somebody pinch me? Why is he being so sweet and charming? If this is fantasy, then I never want to return to my reality. What I like about Killian was that he never really made me feel like I am at a terminal stage of my cancer. I could tell that he does not like me out of pity too. "Why are you so understanding, Captain Hook? I thought you were the villain in Peter pan." I joked around. The atmosphere was getting too serious and it does not vibe along with the happy mood in the area.

"But she can’t ask for your help. So who else would she turn to?" "Christen Meng is looking for M too," Killian stated. I exhaled sharply. "Then I have to apologize to you, Love," He said. "For the one thing I failed to realize." Killian crouched beside the guard. The man’s body stiffened. A twitch. A shallow breath. All this time, he’d been pretending to be unconscious. Killian’s voice turned ice-cold. "I seem to have a mole." A deadly silence stretched between us. The muscle in his jaw twitched. His fury was barely contained.

I stiffened. Killian

"They said you were dead. But something inside me told me to save you, so I did. I took you away, handed you to the ambulance for CPR, and brought you to my pack where I made sure you were safe but everyone else thought you didn't make it.” I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat as I processed his words. "What about Daniel?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "My first mate. What happened to him?" Killian's expression darkened at the mention of Daniel's name, his jaw clenched with barely concealed anger. "I forced him to reject you," he replied tersely, his tone filled with bitterness. "He didn't deserve you. Then I hit him a couple of times when I was angry.”

"I tried to keep you safe from the media, from the scouts, and from him. But since you refuse to listen to reason, I’ll just have to remove the distraction. I’ll tell the press the captain snapped. I’ll tell them you were a tragic victim of his violent temper." My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird, the adrenaline flooding my veins so fast it made my vision swim with black spots. He wasn’t bluffing. He was completely, irreversibly gone, lost in his own psychotic delusion, and he was going to kill us and bury us in the woods to protect his own twisted legacy. I glanced back over my shoulder, my eyes meeting Jules’s wide, terrified gaze for a fraction of a second, silently telli

"Sheilah is already dead. Once we return, we can form our mate bond. My dear Miss Elena, would you do me the honor?" Elena beamed. "I'd love to." Suddenly realizing they had just been discussing a memorial for me, Elena quickly wiped the smile from her face. She cupped Killian's cheeks, looking like an innocent, sweet girl worrying over her older sister. "But what about Sheilah?" Killian sneered. "That stupid she-wolf? She got what she deserved!" 'Yes! I was a stupid she-wolf,' my soul echoed bitterly. Stupid enough to ever believe a single word you said.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before hesitantly looking up. And there he was. Kane Shawn. Leaning against her booth like he belonged there, staring at her with that ridiculously gorgeous face. His hoodie was still up, casting a shadow over his sharp features, but those eyes—light blue, glowing under the dim lights—locked onto her like she was the only thing in the room. Kill. Me. Now. "I—I—" she started, still rubbing her head, her brain scrambling for something normal to say. "You okay?" he asked, his voice dipping with concern as he made a move to come around the counter.

"He was a fool if he thought he could simply send a man to kill me. Killian will deal with him now." He recalled finding Killian in London. When he had found him, the world's deadliest hitman, enjoying his 450th kill, he had stopped to watch as the man killed his victim mercilessly. Xavier had to admit, even he would grimace, witnessing the gruesome death. With Killian on his side, he could dominate the entire mafia world.

More than once, she threw Kristen to the ground, humiliating her and beating her senseless. As the days passed, the hatred in Kristen's eyes grew sharper. One night, she lunged onto her cellmate's bunk, clamping her hands over the woman's mouth and nose. But her cellmate overpowered her, and Kristen's head struck the bed frame. Just like that, she died on impact. Meanwhile, Elijah had his captain's license revoked after the accident. Still, the company had no intention of giving up on such a gifted captain. Yet, whenever he stepped onto the bridge as an assistant, he would fixate on the red dot on his phone. Then, he'd steer the ship straight toward the open sea.

Teaching out for the phone, I add, “I like to think of myself as my own savior. Your help is appreciated though. “Funny—" “Evelyn, are you in there? What are you doing?" Killian’s voice came through. I instantly panicked as my hands went to the one around my waist and tried to shove it away. “You have to leave now. He'll kill you," I said. “Worried for me?" Luca asked. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Luca tucked my hair behind my ear and stepped back. Taking one of my hands in his, he pulled off the cloth covering his face and my air instantly cut off. If Killian was handsome in a wicked way, this man was handsome in a classical way. Chiseled jaw, mild stubble and seductive lips. He smirked as