Novel & Cerita Captain Hook Killian

his face was blank as he stared at her, remaining quiet. Is this what he has been going through all this while? "Killian, you don't mind Ruelle kissing another man?" Eileen asked once more. I was getting fed up by the questions she asked. What gain was she going to get from doing all these? "Why should I mind it when my wife kissed me?" Killian asked instead and my head snapped to him. "Killian..." I called, confused. He had said that he didn't want them to know of this yet, and here he was throwing it all away because of me.

I swear if he fucking did, I’ll kill him. SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. “He really didn’t, I’m not—” I was saying, but stopped as he tilted my chin up. My breath hitched as his thumb brushed the side of my face, tracing the faint mark Killian’s hand had left on my jaw. His eyes burned when he saw it, and I knew there was nothing I could say or do to stop him. Killian was a dead guy walking. “Sloane,” he said, my name coming through his lips like he was holding onto the edge of something. I caught the way his jaw clenched as his eyes darkened, and I gulped. “You don’t lie to me. Not about something like this.”

“I said it’s fine.” “And I said let me see.” For a second, I think he’s going to pull away but he didn’t. I wonder what he’s thinking? “You didn’t have to do that,” I said, after a while. “Punching Alpha Kirk.” He scoffs. “You’re right.” “Yes.” “I should’ve sliced his throat.” My hands pause. Killian leans in. Just enough that I feel the heat rolling off him. “I should’ve killed that bastard for touching you.”

But the man calmly led him away from the crowd and anyone within an earshot. “Sir, I won’t pretend to understand what you are going through right now but I need you to be calm.” The captain urged. Killian was on the edge of losing control but the words from the captain strangely calm him a little. “Your wife…” He started. “We can’t find her body.” The siren in the distance rang loud in Killian’s ears. “What?” He calmly asked. “I don’t understand. She was in the helicopter. What the hell are you insinuating? That my wife wasn’t on board?”

“It’ll take Ricci a minute to get up here. Just let me touch you for a moment. All those years of watching you while your father said I couldn’t even have a taste.” The door banged open, flooding weak light from elsewhere in the mansion where the generator was working into the room. Killian filled the doorframe, his gun already aimed at Mattia’s head. Tommaso and Adrian were behind him, guns drawn. I felt a flicker of movement from the crazy man behind me, and then it wasn’t Mattia’s hand at my throat. It was the cool, sharp edge of a knife. I didn’t dare swallow. “Let her go,” Killian said in a low, smooth voice. There wasn’t a hint of fear about him. He was completely calm and deadly, a he

Iconus had brought Killian to his office in the ginormous castle so they could settle their scores and talk business. “I heard the curse caught up with you after all,” He went straight to the point when they were seated, not being one to beat about the bush. “It really is such a shame to know that you are going to die.” Killian had to give him that. The dragon lord did look slightly devastated that he was going to die, but the forwardness just had him chuckling in amusement, “As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I’m afraid I’m not dying anytime soon. The curse has been broken.”

He looked less like the untouchable club captain and more like a very dangerous domestic hazard who had wandered out of a romance novel. "We need to talk," he said, his dark eyes finding mine immediately before flicking toward Lucía. "Alone, if that's alright." Lucía looked between the two of us, back and forth, her gaze lingering on the state of my hair and the fact that I was wearing his clothes. Something in her expression shifted from protective suspicion into something dangerously close to enthusiastic approval. "I'll be right outside," she said, gathering her bag with theatrical slowness. She paused right beside Tiago, leaned in, and delivered a stage-whisper loud enough to rattle the

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

The man didn’t know he was signing his own death sentence, a brutal one at that. Tears dripped down her bewitching eyes, further fueling his hunger for blood. Her lips were trembling and her skin had turned as pale as a sheet. She was looking at him with hope. Her conscience knew he was her protector, her only saviour. Her state was weakening his stance. It was for good that his eyes were covered. “Who is your wife?” one of the men hollered. Killian didn’t answer. He was intended to prolong their confusion. He had to save both the women and taking anyone’s name would mean throwing them into death’s den.