Captain Hook Novels & Stories

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.

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

"Dinner is at seven tomorrow," Carter said, dropping his dead phone onto the glass coffee table with a loud smack. My brain completely stalled out. "Tomorrow?" My voice cracked like a middle school boy. "As in... less than twenty-four hours from now?" "Less," he muttered, dragging both hands through his damp hair and tugging hard at the roots. The cocky hockey captain from five minutes ago was gone. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth were gonna shatter.

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.

JEREMY’S P.O.V “Yeah, Jer. He’s been here for a while. Have you guys actually met?” “Yeah, we have,” I mumbled, my throat tightening at the mere mention of his name. “We play hockey together.” “I know that. That’s why I’m asking if you’ve met him yet. He was the captain of his hockey team at his old school before he took that hiatus.” “Yeah, I know.” I knew more than I wanted to admit.

The captain shouted, and for the first time, I got a proper look at him. He looked to be in his late thirties, he was large, muscular with tan weathered skin. Scars littered his face, but the most prominent was the long thick, puffy scar along his neck. He smirked, flashing his gold tooth at me, his piercing green eyes bore into me. "That’s a story for another night lass. Now tell me, what is your pretty name?" His voice was deep, guttural, and he had a rough accent.

His cloak fell back into place and Shaun barely saw the captain's emblem on his chest. "I am Captain Aaron, how dare you grab me?" He pulled his hand back and swung his arm back to backhand Shaun. His hand only hit the air as Shaun leaned back, avoiding it. Immediately, the sound of chairs and tables being moved was heard as people cleared space around them. Shaun and the captain started to circle each other; the captain was clearly enraged, but Shaun remained calm. When the door was behind him, Shaun stopped circling wanting to drag this encounter outside to avoid damaging the tavern property.

At the wheel stood the captain, tall and imposing, his face marred by a jagged scar crossing his left eye, now milky white and blind. Captain Marcus Drago gazed out into the tempest, seemingly oblivious to the elements assaulting him. His jaw was set, his posture rigid, exuding a palpable menace despite the storm's fury. This was a man to be feared, merciless and cunning, who would stop at nothing to achieve his ends. "Captain, the island is within range!" shouted his first mate over the gale. Drago's mouth curved into a cruel smile, his good eye glinting. "Excellent. Prepare to advance."