Killian Jones Captain Hook Novels & Stories

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

"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."

Josh answered “We now have an ally. His main request is that we keep him in the loop of things.” Jason said, “Carlton, is two weeks enough to train the volunteers?” “It's not enough, but I can try,” Carlton said. “That's good enough for me. There's this thing I noticed at Killian's pack.” Jason said

Give me Miller, give me the backup goalie, just give me anyone else in a jersey. The lady started reading the names. One by one, my classmates walked over to the giant players. "Chloe Henderson with Jackson Miller." Chloe gave me a quick, sad look before walking over to a grinning Miller, who immediately started cracking jokes. "Maya Lin," the lady called out, looking down at her paper. "With our captain, Killian Yates." My heart stopped dead in my chest. A few players let out loud, amused whistles. Miller laughed and nudged Killian hard in the ribs. "Look at that, Yates. The captain gets the prettiest girl in the room. Don't scare her away with that mean face."

My dazzling mate exited the house, headed to the backyard where we sat. Even after the many years, his voice alone brought a smile to my face. The sparks had yet to fade even in the slightest. A smirk was carved into his chiseled face as his silver eyes were locked onto my own. "Funny, Killian. I don't think it would suit your niece!" Kira snapped, and I giggled at the two of them. There were times when Killian and Kira reminded me of Asher and Brandon. The boys shouted a chorus of, "Dad!" and rushed to meet Killian.

"Do you trust me?" It took some seconds. His jaw tightened, his mouth twitched and then he turned to me with all seriousness and nodded. "Yes, I do." I nodded as well and turned back to Kelly who had just come back into the room holding a large transparent tarpaulin bag. She had a look of boredom on her face. "Have you both said your goodbyes? Now, make sure you both stay quiet and prepare to die." See. . . That's the problem. If you want to shoot, shoot, don't talk.

It was the stubborn drive of a hockey captain who refused to lose a game, even when the scoreboard said it was impossible. Holden lunged to his side, sliding across the wet ice. His ordinary human hand reached out and grabbed a heavy wooden hockey stick that had been left near the team bench. He gripped the taped handle with both hands, using his momentum to swing the heavy wooden stick upward with everything he had. The heavy wood connected right with the rogue's jaw with a loud, hollow crack. The rogue let out a sharp yelp, his head snapping back as he stumbled backward across the slippery surface. He crashed into the plastic boards, clutching his bleeding face in total shock. He had expec

After thirty minutes, the doors swung open, and the lead presenter walked back onto the stage, holding a sleek black tablet. “Attention, designers,” he called out, commanding total silence. “The scores from the semi final round have been verified by our lead judge, Mr. Rashford. The top ten contestants who will be advancing to the grand finale will now be displayed on the main screen.” My heart leapt into my throat. The overhead lights dimmed, and the massive LED screen behind the podium flashed to life. One by one, the names began to generate in bold, glowing gold letters. A loud, instinctive squeal erupted from Philip as he grabbed my hands and shook them violently. “You made it! Look at t

~~ARIA~~ Not quite long after dinner and the peace at Ward’s villa didn’t last long when my phone rang, jolting me out of the quiet moment I had been sharing with a book in the living room. The number on the screen was from the team’s emergency line and my stomach dropped. I answered quickly. “Dr. Vance speaking.” The voice on the other end was urgent and I could tell it was one of the assistant coaches. “Dr Vance, we need you at the office right away. It’s urgent. Jake took a bad hit during optional drills. It’s his knee, and it looks worse than we thought. The swelling's already bad, and he’s in a lot of pain.”

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