Novelas y relatos de Captain Hook

“Then stay back and let Suzy be the captain of this ship. Every man would be surprised to see a female captain.” “I agree with that.” I thought it was time to know the names of these crew members. All I could do was differentiate them from their facial expressions. One had curly hair, the other had a brown beard along with shaved hair, the third man was quite tall, and there was a short one, but his strength was unmatched after watching him light a cannon alone. The fourth man was walking with the support of a stick, the fifth man had just one hand, and the other had an iron hook on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was called the captain, but Phillips, on the other hand, is a man known for

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

He turned to me, as we walked, before turning his face to the right. “I'm trying to keep my identity hidden. You seem to have forgotten I'm a very great hockey player.” “I don't think there's a need for you to worry. Nobody is going to harass you. In fact, I think you should try to blend in.” “Really?” I nodded. “If you act like this, people are going to be suspicious, that can lead us into trouble.” He nodded, taking off the mask. “I'd still keep my cap though. I need to look good.” I rolled my eyes. “You look good. Without or without the cap.”

A sudden, loud cough echoed from across the room, making both of us turn our heads. Philip was leaning back in his desk chair, casually twirling his stylus while watching us with an amused smirk. I had picked up on his vibe the moment I walked into the suite. He was clearly gay, completely harmless, and actually seemed like a solid, cool guy who would have Lori’s back while I wasn't around. “Can I come join in on that kiss as well?” Philip asked, batting his eyelashes dramatically. “Eww, Philip!” Lori exclaimed, bursting into a light, genuine laugh that instantly cleared the heavy air.

When I reached the door, I took a deep breath and knocked three times. “Come in,” a familiar voice called from inside. I opened the door and stepped in. Sitting across from Principal Hargrove was a ridiculously hot guy with dark, slightly tousled hair and striking dark green eyes. I recognized him instantly. Sebastian Hale. Westfield’s captain. The one who had dismantled Hawthorne’s offense on Friday night and smiled at me afterward like he actually saw me.

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

a deep voice cut in from the cockpit’s door, "just because someone bumped into him?" My ears went hot. That voice. My body locked up. My heart tried to claw its way out of my chest. Mia had warned me, over and over. ‘What if one of your hookups ends up being your passenger?’ But he wasn't a passenger. Slowly, I raised my head. Gold stripes on his sleeves. Captain's cap tucked under one arm. And a faint smirk on the mouth that, barely two hours ago, had been against my ear. My senior captain. And his shirt collar was missing one little gold pin. Damn.

“Kian.” “No. I heard you.” He dropped his hand. He looked at the water instead of me. I wanted to take it back and I wanted him to stay shut and I wanted a third thing I did not have a name for. The radio on my belt crackled. Dispatch, then the dock, then a voice I had not heard in ten years and would have known in a hurricane. “Vance Maritime, this is Damian Ashcroft. I need your captain on this channel. Now.”

"Are you blind!? This man is a member of The Black Guard! It should be clear as day she's in league with them! She must be a plant to gather information or recruit for them! What kind of sorry ass captain are you!? Your incompetence is showing!" "Oh my incompetence?" A smug smile began spreading over the Captain's face. He held up a small stone attached to the necklace and began pouring magic into it. There was a brief flicker, an image of how the fight began was displayed mid air as if it was a hand held projector.

He sent Caitlin in his place and she came back making noise about how young the boy looked. “In fact, I should have made all of them check it,” the captain gritted his teeth as Mane’s footsteps grew more and more distant. His subordinate had offended the God Slayer. If only he had forced them to check the portrait of the guy as well, they wouldn’t have dared be this proud. “I hope the others have gotten away at least. They have to tell the Elders about his arrival.” The captain thought silently to himself.