Ouat Captain Hook Novels & Stories

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

“Then stay back and let Suzy be the captain of this ship. Every man would be surprised to see a female captain.” “I agree with that.” I thought it was time to know the names of these crew members. All I could do was differentiate them from their facial expressions. One had curly hair, the other had a brown beard along with shaved hair, the third man was quite tall, and there was a short one, but his strength was unmatched after watching him light a cannon alone. The fourth man was walking with the support of a stick, the fifth man had just one hand, and the other had an iron hook on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was called the captain, but Phillips, on the other hand, is a man known for

I need to see the relevance of this. “If you really want to take Carl down, there are three ways to go about it. One, publicly humiliate him. Two, get his teammates to turn on him. And three, mess with his leadership—take away the one thing he cherishes most: his captain position on the hockey team.” “How—how do I do that?”

It took a couple of tries before Fi understood what she was trying to do. “C. E. L. I. N. E. Celine? That’s your name?” Fi asks, and Celine nods, smiling as best she can. “Hah, Celine! I’m Ophelia, or Fi for short. The guy upstairs that you’ve met is Nathaniel, or Nate.” Fi was excited and talking fast, after having gleaned some information from Celine, who nodded encouragingly as she spoke. “Our Alpha from France is at the pack-house at the moment, his name is George, we don’t have a nickname for him.” Fi smiles, it was a nice smile. She keeps rattling on at a rate of knots, and Celine was glad she’d spent so much time with Solomon that she was now fluent enough in English to keep up with h

the one I had earlier thought to be the captain noted as he placed his palm on Nate’s thigh, that creeped me out, but Nate didn’t seem at all affected by it, in fact, he smiled. I wanted to puke, but I had to hold it all together. “If you’d sent someone else, I’m sure I wouldn’t be here, I’m Captain Morgan, and this is my wife, Olivia, and my right-hand man, Paul,” he introduced and I smiled and nodded at him. “I’m alpha Caleb, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said and he smiled back at me. Alpha Sonya and Alpha Centry came back in and took their seat by my side while Derek came in last.

Just enough angle to capture the deep V-cut of his hips, that tight muscle line drawing my eyes downward before cutting off mercilessly just at his towel-draped waist. Jesus fucking Christ. I shifted in my seat, biting the inside of my cheek. My dick throbbed against my jockstrap with nowhere to go. Salivating was a tame word. > damn... i thought you quit hockey. shouldn't you be fat by now? He replied within seconds. > fuck off. i'm captain forever. He even added a middle finger emoji. I snickered, still staring at the photo like it held the secrets to the universe. Before I could respond, the locker room door opened and Coach O'Rourke strode in, his signature clipboard under his arm.

That sounded stern enough He scoffs and swiped his tongue through his lower lip, revealing his tongue ring. I almost got tempted to fall for the sexiness he emits by doing that. I chuckles "That attitude will get you nowhere except being kicked out of the team" I turns back to face everyone, “As for the rest of you, get on the field and show me what you got. Formation and everything. Who's the captain?" I'm not surprised when a couple of hands point to Sebastian, just like I thought.

Ma'am, can you describe your husband, or better yet, have a picture of him? Amanda pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her gallery. The Captain had a huge smile on his face when she was done. He unbuttoned his tunic, showing her a tattoo that matched Ewan's. "It's a small world, Mrs. McLough. I served with your husband. And he is indeed a Mad Yank, but a solid man, one you could depend on in tough times. Now, tell me your story." I gave him our history together, from the day we met until now. The Captain nodded, asked a question or two, and then left her, going forward to get on a radio.

Aaron gathered every student to the living area to address everyone and announce the guidelines for venturing in De Morte Villas, “Alright, let me introduce my staff and your host as well, Zirconius Wooferhook.” Zirconius Wooferhook get himself introduced who was skinny, tall and seemed very anxious in general, “Hello (he took a deep breath) I am Zirconius Wooferhook. People call me Host Hook or simply just Hook.” Quasar Malgam scoffed at Host Hook while chewing bubble gums, “Looks like you were hanged and hooked.” Giggles and chuckles spread around the living area, while Aaron slowly walked backwards inch by inch to join Mrtyu. Mr Alex was well aware of his grandson’s doings, “Young blood’s

“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.