Killian Jones Captain Hook Romane & Geschichten

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.

“I just hope you remember these words.” From the corner of my eye I suddenly spotted the hockey stick leaning against the wall “A-are you thinking of joining the team?” I asked softly, scared to move an inch as we were so close to each other that I could feel my lips against his own. “I-I thought you weren’t interested.” Kevrian followed my gaze, then turned back to me with a slow, wicked smirk. “I don’t just want to join, Kitten. I want to be captain.”

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.

How dare this motherfucker call me a slave! "Watch it! He doesn't belong to us either. We only have one boss," Lia said, and we all turned our attention to Killian. He took a sip from the mug in his hand, his arms resting atop the sofa's armrest. He sat majestically, staring disinterestedly at me, seemingly oblivious to our presence. He sure was the boss. And if we were a gang, it was better if I respected him and did as told just so a fucking ugly dude like this blonde wouldn't dare disrespect me again.

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.

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.

******************************* I jumped at the sound of the front door being slammed shut. My heart raced against my ribcage, and both Natasha and I walked out of the suit to see what was going on. However, I never did expect to see Killian holding a man by his hair, his face was filled with blood, and I could tell that he had a bullet wound. “Killian?” I called before I could stop myself. He turned to face me for a second before turning to look at the man once again as he dragged him to what he called ‘the basement’. I looked at Natasha who took a deep breath.