Novelas y relatos de Captain Hook

he adds. I nod rapidly, gazing over at Captain Kabir, who smiles wide. I barely know this man, the captain of the Ironhawk, Oceana’s prize battleship. I would never have had the nerve to ask him to marry us right after Lyra and Cassian’s ceremony, but Oscar took the reins on this one, arranging everything.

"What did you say, you little..." "Enough." One word. Low, deep, and commanding. It stopped James in his tracks. The team captain walked in. Alexander Whitman, as the public knew him was a giant. He was six-foot-four of pure muscle, with jet-black hair and grey eyes that looked like storm clouds. He was the "Ice King," the man who never lost. He was also, Oliver noted privately, extremely hot. Alexander didn't look at Oliver. He looked at James. "Coach is waiting. Get your gear."

"Proud makes my job hell. Headlines turn. Captain gone rogue. Golden boy dead." "Golden boy died right," I replied. "New captain wins different. Tell media that. Cold. Ready. Unafraid." Christian sat back down. "Cold sells less. Fans liked nice guy. Now they question everything. Interviews from old coaches. They say this is not the Evan they knew." "Not the same Evan," I answered. "Grew up. Saw too much. Fights when needed. You spin growth story." "Growth from punching faces," Christian said. "Hard sell. League might add games to suspension. They hate captain brawls."

"We have a team outside your mountain estate right now, Captain. The power grid to your valley just dropped, and our guys saw a woman inside the house before the shutters came down." Rhys’s posture went completely rigid. He gripped my arm tighter, though he didn't seem to realize he was doing it. "You are trespassing on private property, Dan. Call your people off before I contact the state police." "You can call whoever you want, Rhys, but we already have the story," the reporter countered, his tone full of corporate confidence. "Our sources inside the front office say you haven't touched a hockey stick in five days. We know about the knee. We are running the headline at midnight: *The eight

“That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.” Luca didn’t know what to say to that. He looked back toward the boathouse instead, where a single light glowed through the window Isabella’s silhouette, still sitting close to Marco, patient and steady in a way that had nothing to do with contracts or cameras. “She’s not what I expected,” Harrelson said, following his gaze. “No,” Luca agreed quietly. “She’s not.” “You going to do something about that, or just ke

“Speak for yourself, captain. I’m a golden retriever. Just… a very possessive one.” “You’re a menace,” I muttered. He pressed closer. I felt every hard inch of him against my back. “You like it.” Karius reached past me for the coffee pot, chest brushing my arm, and poured a fresh mug. He set it down in front of me like an offering. Then his fingers returned to mine, tracing the back of my hand in slow circles. “Your pulse is racing,” he said. “Because three hockey captains are treating me like a toy they all want to break.”

And worse, they would ruthlessly kill without having any second thoughts. Since taking over the role of the pirate, Captain Hawk, from a man who had been the pirate for many years, Marcus only attacked the Emperor’s ships. However, now that he no longer trolled the seas, he took prisoners from the stagecoaches occupied by these soldiers. Today’s hold-up, however, had been different. Marcus had overheard the French soldiers were trying to fool the elusive Captain Hawk by transporting the documents differently, carried by a civilian. Marcus was smarter than the Emperor’s soldiers. He, too, had spies everywhere.

One white skinny man stood at the front of the boat, throwing the anchor down to the black water, and another white medium-built man, bending beside the captain, was drawing the gangplank down towards the concrete land. The captain wore a devilish smile as he walked through it in a manner like he was a pirate captain - self-confident, egoistic and boorish - even though he wasn’t even in fact a pirate. He was tall, medium built and muscled for a man his age. He had a short jet black hair, a short gray beard, and a unibrow that highlighted a pair of sky-blue eyes. His nose was a bit crooked, with a stud earring pierced at the left nostril. He wore a black long leather coat going down to his an

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I

Aulia nodded her head once Hisoka glanced at her, requesting her permission as well. “Great.” Hisoka intertwined his fingers together, placed his elbows on the table, and propped his chin on the intertwined fingers. “This man, next to me, is one of the Mandrill Monkeys or so-called Mandrill. His code name is Captain, coincidentally the captain of the group.” Captain shot up and slightly tilted his body forward. “The name is Captain, one of the Mandrills and also the leader. I humbly greet all of you.”