Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

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.

"You saw what just happened out on that ice!" "The guys will never fucking play for you!" Killian glared down at me with cold, dead eyes, his face completely unbothered by the fight that had just broken out on the rink. "They will play for whoever wears the fucking C on their chest," he spat, wiping another smear of red off his lip. "No, they fucking won't!" I screamed right into his bruised face. "They know you stole that sweater straight from Silas." "They know you used pathetic lies and blackmail to take his captaincy away from him."

Me myself was enough to teach that rascal. Killian read the atmosphere well as he gathered the shadows that were beginning to buzz. He prepared himself where he stood. I unleashed the power that had been swirling inside me, demanding to be launched. Since Killian was just staring like a coward, I was the one to start. I swung my fist at him in a quick, aggressive motion. But a foot before I could reach him, the shadow solidified and blocked my fist like a shield. That didn't deter me, I launched a hook that hit him right in the temple. Killian limped to one side. His lips parted in utter insanity.

He sighed softly “No” He looked sideways, probably trying to find for an escape plan when I cupped his face in my palms. “Elias Moss, are you being serious right now?” I raised a brow of suspicion. “What really happened on the rink that you’re not telling me”

That's why he can't believe that the Woman doesn't even bat her eyes to this Man! "Red, prepare my Car. I want to see her up close." Napatango na lang si Red at tumakbo papuntang Parking lot, masama ang mood ng Boss niya kaya kailangan umayos siya. Nang maayos niya ang sasakyan ay napako na ang mga mata nito kay Killian na palapit na sa sasakyan. Nakasuot na ngayon si Killian ng itim na Hoodie at black cap, nag-mask pa ito ng itim.

He finally understood the meaning of my last look. That was complete disappointment in him. It was a silent accusation against this stupid man. After a long time. Killian opened his eyes, the pain in them replaced by a chilling depth. He didn't rage, nor did he lose control. He just calmly took the voice recorder, then faintly instructed the bodyguard: "Organize the captain's testimony and keep all evidence." "As for him..." Killian looked down at the captain limp on the ground. "Suspend his license first. Return it to him when Elena goes to prison."

"You are emotionally involved with the asset." "The 'asset' has a name, Sterling," I said, my eyes locking onto his with an absolute, unyielding intensity. "His name is Rhys Keller. He is the captain of the Seattle Kraken. And the only bias in this room is the corporate greed that led your client to falsify a player's medical records to devalue his contract."

He has to swing. He draws in a ragged breath and throws a left hook. Killian flickers, the flip-shift so quick it’s almost invisible to the eye. Lochlan’s fist meets nothing but air as Killian casually extends his leg and drives his foot into Lochlan’s good knee. A bloodcurdling scream echoes from the rafters, and bone tears through flesh, a rain of red spurting through the air. My stomach heaves. My wolf howls in delight. Behind me, an elder, maybe Nuala, says, “He should’ve taken a knee. At least then he’d still have a working one.”

I’m coming. A vision flashed, unbidden, sharp as a claw to the gut. Her, bound to a chair in a room of shadowed stone, Killian’s silhouette looming like death’s own shadow. His hand on her chin, tilting her face up, those cruel lips curling in a smile that promised ruin. “Tell me, little Witch,” he purred, voice silk over steel, “does the bond burn for a killer? Or does it whisper his sins in the dark?”

“She only says that as a deterrent. Milena and I are just messing around.” “Are you sure?” I raised a brow. Killian leaned close to me and raised my chin up with two of his fingers. “What? You want me all to yourself?” He smirked. I slapped his hand away and said, “As if. I just want to make sure our plan is seamless.” It’s well-known how possessive Milena is of Killian. He hasn’t really stopped her so I just had to make sure. As I punched in Killian’s phone number, I automatically named him Killian Callahan, but then I stopped. I suppressed a giggle as I cleared it and saved it as Hockey Prick.