Blind Shark Tavern Novels & Stories

Ethan smiled down at me. “I love this place!” Callie squealed. “Their lobster is absolutely amazing!” “I’ve never been here!” Zoey grabbed Leo’s hand, and they started the train to the front doors. “We have a reservation. It’s under Boone.” Callie yelled from the back. By the time we walked in, the hostess walked off from the front. Zoey turned and smiled at us. I couldn’t help but look around. There was a massive sword fish mounted on the wall. The lighting was low, dark blue fitted table clothes and silvery accentsaccents brought out the water theme. Multiple fish were mounted all around of different sizes. However, it was the hammerhead shark that keld my attention.

I gasped, the words dissolving into another mouthful of seawater. I tried to twist away, tried to kick and swim in the opposite direction, but the dolphins blocked me, pressing firmly against my sides. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” I cried, my voice breaking. “We have to get away!” The fin drew closer, circling. The water churned, and I saw it then a massive, gray, endless teeth flashing in the brief roll of a wave. A shark. The iron taste of my blood was a beacon. My head spun with dizziness, and fear coiled tight in my stomach.

The other single-story storefronts were closed up for the night, the bright white from the bar's sign the only illumination aside from the orange-ish glow of streetlamps. Her tavern was pretty large in comparison to the other buildings. The gray clapboard siding had no doubt been weathered by salt-infused sunshine and wind off the sea. It resembled a large crab shack with burgundy shutters framing the large lower and small upper window. The front door had a gold plaque indicating Locals Only, along with hours of operation and that they were closed on Sundays and Mondays. Above that was an enormous fishing hook mounted to the frame that could've taken down Moby Dick.

They all have their titties out. I scoffed. Well, that explains the name of the place. I took steps through the dancing crowd and headed towards the bar. I got to the bar and sat on one of the high stools. "Welcome to Fire Tits," a good-looking bartender said to me with a smile. "Thanks. Can I get two shots of screaming orgasm, one shot of Martini, two shots of tequila and one of sex on the beach, please?" I said, making him dumbfounded as he stared at me.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Belle immediately glared at her. “You’re insane,” she whispered back awkwardly. “This is honestly so embarrassing.” “I actually love it,” Shine whispered excitedly while grinning widely. “Look! They even cleared a table for us. I’m starting to enjoy this lifestyle.” Belle and Phil could only shake their heads helplessly at Shine’s ridiculous excitement before the three of them lined up to order food. “You can go ahead first, Madame,” one of the staff members standing in front of them politely offered while cautiously looking at Belle.

Sparks flew here and there, filling the room with a smell of burnt metal. The blacksmith villagers were amazed rather than horrified looking at Gwyn who's four arms were busy thinning a metal and polishing the other at the same time. Gwyn noticed them and she showed off which amuses everyone. It was already twilight when they got out from the cabin. The sun already bids its goodbye and the moon will come out anytime soon. They head first to Kebin's cabin who cooked dinner for the Badbloods. There, they all gathered. All looking tired and worried but still all wore a smile in their lips.

Having been around the slums of the docks and seen what went on behind the closed doors below deck, it was a prudent move. "We need to figure out what we're goin' to do," he hissed sourly, his words becoming hidden by the sound of the sea. "I'm sick of this. Our new mate is the last straw. His life reeks worse than the lot of you." "Can't just gut him," one of the men said. "Hemlock would have a fit. And then we'd be skinned alive. Lord knows how painful that'd be now." "I ain't thinkin' of that," Blake scowled. His hand itched to smack the other about the head at the ignorance. "We're gonna have to be more furtive. And we're gonna have to move closer to the beast that torments us."

The merfolk patrons, engaged in animated conversations and laughter, create a vibrant ambiance that sets the stage for a delightful meal. Making their way through the bustling crowd, the group locates Lucious, Marine, Hunter, and Trent sitting at the bar, each enjoying their respective drinks. Lucious and Markous sip on refreshing gelled non-alcoholic beverages, while Hunter and Trent opt for gelled fermented drinks, savoring the flavors of Aqualeara. Marine, the adventurous one of the group, indulges in a gelled alcoholic drink, relishing its unique taste.

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.