Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

Killian growled lowly. Maximilian wasted no time. He seized the opportunity and swiftly encircled Killian's wrists and ankles with chains forged from pure silver. The metal burned against his skin, intensifying his agony. Killian struggled against the restraints, but the chains held him fast, their unyielding grip serving as a cruel reminder of his vulnerability. With a sinister grin, Maximilian stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Killian, now helpless and defenseless, hung from the tree like a trophy. Every fiber of his being screamed for release, for freedom, but he knew escape was impossible in his weakened state.

Killian replies. I stand abruptly from the chair.wrenching the door, and march out of the room,I head to the basement.my men are trailing behind me. The smell of piss and blood hit me before I even opened the door. Groans of pain fill the air as I step in. I smile to my self.stepping over the urine.i approach the men. The men dangle from a rope,one knocked out cold and the other staring at me.hanging limply,hands tied above their heads.blood streaking down their face.

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.

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.

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.”

Tears streamed continuously down my flushed cheeks. Killian turned his attention back to the massive screen. His pale gray eyes were pitch black with absolute triumph. "You will watch her live her entire life by my side," Killian promised, his voice a dark, lethal threat. "You will watch my beautiful wife carry my children. You will watch her build my empire. And you will cry blood knowing you can never, ever get her back." Killian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote. He pressed a single button. The massive screen instantly went pitch black. The audio cut off.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

"I, Silas Crane, Alpha of Glendale Pack, captain of this team, publicly reject Lori Crane as my mate and Luna. She is stripped of her title, her position, and a place in my pack." The pain came instantly and my knees buckled, and I found myself sinking to the ground. "Silas… please…" I couldn't form words. Instead, he reached out a hand toward the side of the stage, and Janie stepped forward. She took Silas's hand, and he pulled her against his chest. "There is one more announcement," Silas said in a triumphant voice. "Tonight, I claim my true mate. My destined mate, Janie Sims. And we are expecting our first child."