Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

he gestures towards Joslin who was smiling, she seemed not to have caught on what he said "Wait! What!! Who is the She-hulk?" Joslin yelled and Nate ran I sighed and mentally facepalmed myself, turning to lily and Susan "You both missed me that much" i asked and Susan rolled her eyes while Lily nodded while pouting "Aww come here you big baby” i held my arms apart and hugged her “Enough of this reunion, you make me wish i have a sibling" Joslin said, wiping a fake tear away and Damien threw a pillow at her.

Oliver stood under the hot, white spotlight. The bright light burned his eyes. He stared at the tall man holding his hand. The truth hit him like a heavy, cold rock. Alexander Whitman. The famous hockey captain. The man who fucked him so hard in the hotel pool. He was actually a Montgomery. He was the son of the enemy. Oliver pulled his hand back. He pulled very hard. Alexander’s fingers were strong, but Oliver ripped his hand away. The skin on Oliver’s wrist burned red from the tight grip.

I stood near the back wall, completely invisible, and watched Killian. He was surrounded by a thick crowd of cheering fans, hockey teammates, and photographers. Victoria Sterling stood right by his side, her hand resting gracefully on his forearm as if she belonged there. Killian didn't look bothered at all. He effortlessly slipped right back into his role as Toronto’s golden hockey captain. He smiled perfectly for the cameras, signed jerseys for screaming girls, and answered every reporter's question with absolute confidence. Looking at him now, so cold, perfect, and completely out of reach, a painful lump formed in my throat. I began to question whether the vulnerable, desperate man who ha

“I need to talk to someone who understands.” His response came within minutes: “Of course. I'll be there.” “Of course he would.” I hissed. Tobias never could resist the chance to play savior to a woman in distress, especially when that woman used to be his wife. Killian appeared at my shoulder, reading the exchange. “Perfect,” he said. “Desperate enough to hook him, vague enough to make him curious.” “What if he sees through it?” “He won't. Tobias always believed his own hype about being irresistible to women in crisis.” Killian's smile was sharp. “Besides, you're not really acting. You are vulnerable, you are in over your head. You're just not weak.”

You’re his weakness, the other man's ego eating an apple simply stated as continued eating as if I wasn’t there. You’re going to jail for this. Jail ? “The bitch” the one that had just said mockingly as he started laughing hysterically as if he was pissed. Don’t get me wrong sweetheart you seem to think like a fucking faggot there’s no jail nothing like that for us I promise you. As for Killian he ran a dirty business on our boss and we lost a little something and our boss is so vengeful on getting it back but trust us when we say Killian is a careful man that man is full blown psychopath.

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.

she said, “what this is doing to this program?” “I know what it looks like” “I don’t care what it looks like, Mr. De Santis, I care what it is, and what it is, is a viral clip of my hockey captain assaulting a player from a rival school with no explanation, no context, and no comment from you, which any PR consultant on the planet will tell you is the single worst way to handle a scandal.” She said the word scandal like it tasted bad in her mouth. “The board wants you suspended for the season. Ashford’s alumni are talking lawsuit. Do you understand what that means for this program? For your scholarship? For every kid on that roster whose season now hangs on whether the public decides you’re

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

"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."

But this one, she could not wrap her head around. “What use is this to the plan?” She asked, popping her gum as Killian lowered himself to a crouch. He tapped the woman’s cheek twice, and her head lolled to the side, eyes wide and unseeing. “This is not for the plan.” He said, pulling off one of his gloves. Selene watched as his nails lengthened into claws. “This is personal. Call it a self flagellation of sorts. I am punishing myself, dear sister.”