Killian Jones Captain Hook Novels & Stories

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

It has just started about four months ago, but I know with Jules Carson running it, it is for sure to become successful in no time. "Who is that?" I mouth to her, and she holds a finger up, indicating for me to wait. After some time, she hangs up. "Okay, you will never guess who that was." She doesn't let me answer. "It was the freaking boss of Capone Industries." She stared at me expectedly, but I had no clue know who that was. "And who is that again?"

It was as if the ice was under her every command, following her every move and whim. I was shocked to see her execute moves used in ice hockey, so perfectly too, as if she'd been doing them since she came out of the womb. It was a flawless execution and delivery. I started to think that she was probably better than I, too. "See, Cap. Not an ice bunny. Jones is the Captain of the female ice hockey team. She's also the Captain of the female swim team and football team." I stared at Josh like he'd grown two heads. "How does she keep up with all that?" He smirked at me and replied with 'she's perfect'. I didn't understand, but it didn't seem like he'd say anymore.

I declared, challenging his attempt to keep me behind. "Fine," he conceded, though his voice carried a warning tone. "But stay behind me," he added firmly, his gaze locking onto mine as if to emphasize the importance of his words. Killian quickly located a sturdy stick, his movements deliberate and calculated. With precision, he pressed the stick against the trigger of the trap, disabling it carefully. I watched, filled with admiration for his skill and strength. It was an older model, with sharp metal teeth designed to dig into the flesh of any creature unfortunate enough to step in it.

I told him, keeping my tone perfectly conversational. Yates leaned back, propping an elbow on the lecture desk. "Well, let's be honest, you didn't really leave me with much of a choice in the matter, did you? So let's just get straight to the point." "I am currently sitting here with the captain of RavenBane’s Nightclaws hockey team, Yates Underwood, discussing the highly anticipated upcoming match against their long-standing rivals, the Moon Hounds," I spoke into the microphone, deliberately adopting a polished, professional cadence.

“You’re all bark and no bite.” Mason’s jaw flexed, color climbed up his neck. “I’ll fuck you up.” Kyle stepped in until their chests were almost touching. The height difference wasn’t dramatic, but the presence was. Kyle carried himself like someone who had never once lost a fight. “I don’t think that’s something you wanna say to your captain.” He reached out, grabbed the front of Mason’s shirt with both hands, and gave it two sharp little tugs like he was brushing imaginary dirt off.

"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."

Luna's Pov The hook was pulling Kieran toward the wound and getting stronger and I had about thirty seconds before it pulled him in whether I did something or not. I did not do the planned thing. The planned thing was the transfer and the transfer had not happened and the backup plan was me going in alone and I looked at the wound and I looked at Kieran and I thought about the hook being a guide not a wall and I made a decision in about three seconds. I tightened my hand around Kieran's.

Killian’s POV “Do I know you A.J Lowell?” “No Captain.” I kept staring at his giant back as I walked off the ice rink. The head helmet didn’t give me enough opportunity to gauge his expression but he just called me Alpha. He definitely knows that I am a werewolf and Silverfang pack leader at that. Was he a spy or something? “Captain, do you have something to say to our new intake? You have been staring at…his big butt…I mean back.” Scott, one of the team members said beside me.

He tried to get up, but he was completely crushed. Alexander stood tall on his skates. He wore his black and silver captain's jersey. His face was sharp, cold, and totally focused. He looked exactly like a dangerous, powerful king. He completely ignored James. Alexander stole the black puck. He skated incredibly fast down the ice. He raised his stick. Smack! The puck flew straight into the net. The red goal light flashed brightly. A loud horn blew. The game was over. They won the championship. The crowd went totally crazy.