Is Captain Hook Public Domain Novels & Stories

Lori Even though my name was up on the digital board in bold, glowing letters and I had officially landed a spot in the top ten for the grand finale. It was everything I had been working toward, yet, as I pushed open the door to my hostel room, my chest felt heavy. Suffocated by a tangled web of emotional wreckage. Philip was sitting on the edge of his bed, unlacing his leather boots. The second he heard the door click shut, his head snapped up, a genuine smile instantly lighting up his face.

It just felt amazing to actually know that people had begun to receive their cures through it. Who was I kidding? It felt fantastic to know it. "I'm proud of you, man." Henry closed the slip of paper, folded it and put it back in his pocket, but not before Logan took a picture of it. "Yeah!" Chirped Charles, "I'm so fucking proud of you. I boasted to my wife we were besties in high school but she didn't believe me."

“Are you planning on staring at me all night, or are you going to hand me a towel?” The mop stick I was holding slipped right off my hand. I had just walked in on the famous hockey team captain, and he was completely naked. I have always hated hockey players, especially the famous ones, and Carter happened to be the most famous player on campus. I never watched his games though to judge how good he was, but he was famous because of his father, Viktor Graham, a hockey legend.

Heat rushed to my face, followed by a wave of ice that settled deep in my stomach. “No.. Not him… He can't be here, not after what had happened in the past.” I tried to convince myself. Ward Bennett, and the man who had once held my heart in his hands and then crushed it without a second thought. The golden captain who had promised me forever and ever. The same man who had vanished from my life in the most public, humiliating way possible. Three long and painful years of rebuilding myself from the pieces he had left behind. Three years of ignoring the pitying looks, the gossip, that I had been nothing more than a publicity stunt.

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.”

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."

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”

Carter's face turned stiff thinking that he may overdo it and when she saw his expression she laughs so loud that Carter got confused. "Was it too much? I'm sorry I ----" before he finished what he was about to say Isabella hugged her and gently touched Carter's face and said, "I love it. Thank you for doing this. I love you, my captain" she whispered these words and stared at his beautiful face while hugging him.

"Because exposed assets are liabilities. If your secret comes out badly, the fallout damages the team. Managing the risk is within my responsibilities as captain." I waited. He turned the bowl again. "And because—" He stopped. "Because what?" He looked up at me. His eyes were doing something I couldn't read, something that moved behind the surface of the usual carefully managed absence of expression. "Because the alternative was letting something happen to you that didn't need to happen. And I didn't want that." The room was very quiet. "That's not a captain answer," I said. "No," he agreed. "It's not."

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.