Ouat Captain Hook Novels & Stories

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.

he finally announced dreadfully. “What?” “She?” “Is this a joke?” “So now we are accepting girls?” The boys complained. “Why? Are you scared I might beat you?” I quirked back. “She’s feisty” one of them remarked. “Emory” Coach Jude called and he stepped forward. “This is Emory, he is the captain of the hockey team” “What’s up princess?” He muttered. Coach turned to look at me, “You wanna join the team, I will give you a chance, if you can score a goal against him, then you are free to join the team”

"The entire hockey team is facing disqualification because five of their starting players suddenly passed sections they were failing miserably." "But this isn't my laptop, Mr. Vance, because mine has a scratch on the logo and this one is brand new," I pleaded, reaching out to touch the sleek aluminum casing before drawing my hand back. "Someone must have put it in there to frame me, and you know I've spent the last two years tutoring those guys for free because I wanted the team to succeed."

The guys leaned against each other, howling at my sudden submission. But Cassian didn't laugh. He just sat there, his smirk remaining firmly in place, his dark eyes boring holes into mine as if he were scanning my soul for signs of deceit. beside him, Julian wasn't laughing either. His face was twisted into an angry scowl, well probably because we just almost fought ourselves about w hours ago. Slowly, Cassian uncrossed his legs and the room instantly quieted down, the laughter dying out as the captain stood to his full, intimidating height.

Captain O said clearly already loosing his cool this time as his expression twisted in a very unreal way. The question came out sharper and more forceful as the frustration was becoming visible now, thick vain became visible on his head as his eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened while his hands slowly clenched. “I am the great Captain O, the only one who kissed death goodbye, the grim reaper and the only solution to life's journey on earth.” The declaration echoed throughout the hall forcing several Bratva soldiers to immediately straighten their postures as pride filled their expressions because to them, Captain O was more than a commander, he was a legend, a symbo and a weapon that had protec

The children waiting back home, will they be slaughtered or turn into slaves? And I know MoonHaven deserves a future. A better and brighter future. So I push myself through the pains. Blood drips from my nostrils. I grit my teeth and push to my feet. I may be one witch against ten witches. But I am not alone. I reach out to my mate through our bond, but beyond our bond is the bond Tyson shares with his pack, our pack. Tiny little links that are all intertwined. I reach for it all. His golden eyes find mine across the battlefield.

Heat rushed to my face, followed by a wave of ice that settled deep in my stomach. “No.. Not him… He can't be here, not after what had happened in the past.” I tried to convince myself. Ward Bennett, and the man who had once held my heart in his hands and then crushed it without a second thought. The golden captain who had promised me forever and ever. The same man who had vanished from my life in the most public, humiliating way possible. Three long and painful years of rebuilding myself from the pieces he had left behind. Three years of ignoring the pitying looks, the gossip, that I had been nothing more than a publicity stunt.

Tariq says, and clears his throat. "No," Saint mumbles, eyes still closed. "No no no." "Captain Hawksworth," Tariq begins, in his most theatrical voice, "Stood at the prow of the Velvet Hand and watched the colonial frigate close the distance. The wind tugged at his sash. The salt-spray clung to the dark hairs of his bare chest. He thought, for the briefest of moments, of the bookseller in Marseille." "Oh God," Saint says, more awake now.

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.

He directed her to a big table full of food and told her to look for “Hookfang” It turned out Hookfang was a one legged pirate captain who appeared to have many stories to tell from his days as a pirate even though he was born as a ghost. Everyone in the grave realm looked like they were from so many different places and times and despite being born ghosts, they all had stories from where they would have lived.