Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

"Idiot. Keep staring like that and he'll put a bullet through your skull. You do remember he carries everywhere, right?" Where Kidd was white, Kieran wore black-his tank top showing off a tattoo on his left arm, eyepatch over his right eye. They were mirror images in more than just looks: Kidd was playful and patient until pushed too far, while Kieran had a short fuse but kept his head even when angry. Kidd grimaced, glancing over at Lucian cautiously before muttering, "Fuck me-he's gone for good this time." "Yep. Hook, line, and sinker," Kieran agreed, rubbing marinade into a whole milkfish.

"Not tonight. Not ever." The room went dead silent for half a second. Then the front doors banged open hard. "Well, well," John said. John, the Westbrook Ravens captain. Still in his jersey, sweat drying on his neck, hair messy like he ran all the way here. His chest was heaving and he looked mad and like he was enjoying being mad. "What are you doing here?" Alex asked, jaw tight. "You're a rival, you're not supposed to be at a Williams Hockey Club party." John grinned slow and ugly.

Walked to the window and stared out at the city. The boy I left behind was gone. In his place was a billionaire CEO accused of corruption. Ruthless. Cold. Untouchable. Or so the file said. But I knew Daniel Carter. I knew the boy who stood beside me on the school steps while the crowd screamed at us. I knew the boy who held my hand in a dark hallway and told me he believed me when no one else did. I knew the boy who kissed me under the bleachers like I was the only thing in the world worth saving.

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.

"You should have taken the deal in the boathouse, Elowen. Now, you’re going to jail with your keeper." I didn't answer him. I looked down at Killian. He was sitting back in his leather chair, his fingers still steepled, his face as unbending as a stone wall. He didn't flinch. He didn't look at the drive. "Is that the best you can do, Henderson?" Killian asked, his voice a low, casual baritone that didn't hold a single sliver of panic. "I assure you, Mr. Blackwood, it is more than enough," Henderson replied, his smile faltering slightly under Killian's absolute indifference.

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."

How dare this motherfucker call me a slave! "Watch it! He doesn't belong to us either. We only have one boss," Lia said, and we all turned our attention to Killian. He took a sip from the mug in his hand, his arms resting atop the sofa's armrest. He sat majestically, staring disinterestedly at me, seemingly oblivious to our presence. He sure was the boss. And if we were a gang, it was better if I respected him and did as told just so a fucking ugly dude like this blonde wouldn't dare disrespect me again.

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

The first Iron Hound leaped, its jaws snapping inches from my throat. Killian appeared from the side, his massive black wolf form fully realized now. He caught the hound in mid-air, his heavy jaws closing around its armored neck. With a brutal shake of his head, he snapped the beast's spine, throwing the carcass over the cliff edge into the dark gap below. But the physical strain of the shift was too much.

I say, once I have finally secured his attention. “Killian. Right. Sign here. And I’ll need to make a copy of your driver’s license,” he says, passing the clipboard under the glass to me. I notice he seems to be sweating—out of nervousness, I assume, as the AC in the visitors’ lobby keeps the room quite cool. “Somethin’ going on here, today?” I ask, fishing for information, as I hand him my forged driver’s license. “‘Fraid I’m not allowed to talk about it,” he says as he takes back the signed clipboard and my fake ID.