Killian Captain Hook Novels & Stories

“I just feel a little sick.” Alessandro snorted and laughed like I’d just told the dumbest joke of the year. “You? Sick?” He shook his head. “Now I’ve heard it all.” “Fuck off,” I growled. “Let’s hear your dumbass plan already.” “Fucking asshole,” he muttered, rolling his eyes before handing me his phone. “Killian’s going to be at that club tonight. You know the one. Bastard’s neck-deep in Russian intel. If you want your shipment back, he’s your best shot. But tread lightly. Could be a trap.”

A ruthless, merciless killer who wouldn't hesitate in killing someone. I didn't achieve my dream of being a chef, but I guess the only good thing is I would still be holding a knife, huh? "Do you think they will throw a party for me?" I asked Killian with a cold smirk, stepping out of the bathroom and he followed me. Killian is my right hand man and he will stay beside me even if I become the new don. He is the only one I can trust my life with. He proved his loyalty when he didn't hesitate in taking a bullet for me and almost dying.

“Stuff about the estate. Some girl. Are you sure you’re up for full contact?” “I need it, Liam.” I yanked my practice shirt over my head. “Believe me. I need the hits.” He gave one sharp nod. “Alright. Just keep your head up. A couple of the guys are watching to see if you’ve gone soft.” I grabbed my stick and turned toward the ice, but somebody slammed into my shoulder hard enough to knock me back a step. Not an accident. “Watch it,” the voice sneered. Kenneth, who was built like a tank. The same guy who’s hated my guts since the day they named me captain and heir over him. Cruel mouth, eyes always hunting for cracks.

Killian said through his clenched teeth. "You'd be a merciful one," Shane told him. Killian chuckled incredulously, staring at Shane as if he was a fool. "Cassian Prime Cole Rodriguez," Killian paused furrowing his brow. "Shane is the nickname isn't it. Your baby sister gave you that name." Killian motioned to Chloe and Cleo. A chill fell down my spine, as I noticed a female wolf drawing closer. "I'll make things easier, one of them in exchange for your little girlfriend," Killian said with devious smirk.

That is not what I was expecting to find, honestly. “Gentleman, this is Ashley Walsh,” Killian says and someone clears their throat, standing up and I recognize him. He was Tobias' right hand, his face was bright red and he looked at the floor before looking at me as he placed his right hand on top of his chest on his left side on top of his heart.

he trailed off. “Killian??” He blinked twice, then his eyes went wide. “Katie…” He turned back to Jules, “But you said…” He trailed off again, turning back to us, obviously trying to understand what was happening. “I will help you catch up since your brain can't do the job. Beta Charles. You have been caught. Tada!!” Killian waved his hand in the air like a crazy man. “Didn't expect it now, did you…all those years you got away with this shitty side operation and now, you finally have been caught.” Killian smiled proudly, putting his arm around me.

Killian announced, “is my woman. You will respect her. If anyone so much as looks at her wrong, you know what happens.” “Yes, boss,” they answered in unison, bowing to her. “Bring me one of the captives,” Killian ordered, moving to a throne-like chair and sitting down. He pulled Calla onto his lap. A man was dragged forward, thrown to his knees. “I told you not to go near those kids again,” Killian said, picking up a gun. “They’re disabled,” the man sneered. “Their organs will be useful to someone else.” Killian turned Calla’s face toward his. “This is how dangerous I can be.” He pulled the trigger twice. The man collapsed. Killian didn’t blink.

Ryan chuckled softly at her skepticism, his hand reaching out to grasp hers and pulling her closer to him in a protective gesture. Scarlet watched with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation as Killian silently signaled to one of the men standing nearby. Without hesitation, the burly figure approached a large drum concealed in the corner of the room, deftly scooping out a bucket of water before turning towards the captive named H. In a swift and fluid motion, the icy, cold water cascaded over H’s head, jolting him out of his unconscious stupor.

That lull before something catastrophic finally lands. “And if he’s right?” I asked quietly. “If someone else is coming, and we don’t know who?” Hale’s eyes found mine. No softness. No reassurance. “Then we stop waiting and start hunting.” ** By noon, Killian had been moved to the interrogation suite. Rook handled the transport with two other men on his six, but Killian didn’t resist. He barely even looked around. He didn’t need to. That grin was still there, ghosting the edge of his mouth like a man who already knew how the day would end.

Killian rested a hand on my knee to comfort me. “I’m going to call you tomorrow, so expect it,” Killian said, thumb going for the End button. “What?” Scott barked. “No! I conveyed my message, so don’t—” Killian hung up and tossed the phone across the room. Hooking me around the waist, he spun me around onto my stomach and flopped down beside me. Before I could turn toward him, he pinned me down with a hand to my backside. “Let me touch you.”