Boat Scene 365 Days Novels & Stories

“I’m awake.” “How long have we’ve been standing still?” she asked. Anthony opened his eyes. “I don’t know.” Bobbi coughed as her eyes opened. “You don’t think anything is wrong, do you?” Margo asked. “We would have heard something like, ‘freeze, put your hands up’, or big ass thumping on the deck,” Anthony replied lazily. Aaron entered the room. “My beloved sleepy cohorts, we are officially and exactly thirty-one nautical miles from the coast.” He had a serious look, and his hands were behind his back.

Patrick explained, "He's dangerous. Mr. Nelson, he has lost a lot of markets because of you. Be cautious tonight." A smirk played at the corner of Yosef's lips. "Seems like there are quite a few familiar faces tonight." With that, he walked towards the entrance. ... Diana sat beside John as the passenger ship sailed for about twenty minutes before coming to a stop. The people on board gradually got up and started walking outside. With John's arm around her, Diana lifted her skirt and followed suit, stepping out slowly. As they stepped out of the cabin door, the slightly cool night breeze carrying the scent of the sea greeted them. Diana widened her eyes slightly, taking in the scene before h

“First door on your left leads to the deck – take it!” We burst through the door, down a short passageway, and onto the deck. Wet, salty air rushed across my face. On the horizon, the first hint of dawn was beginning to glow over the waves. Behind us, gunfire erupted in the main hall. BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! Sebastian screamed. “What do we do now?” I asked Eve. “Throw him overboard.” I stopped, shocked. “Are you serious?” “The ship’s going down anyway. Get him out of the firefight. Is the sun rising yet?”

Either he’ll tell me himself or I’ll figure it out on my own, but one day I’m going to know exactly what happened to Michael Cross and why he stopped smiling. I turned my head toward the window. The curtains shifted in the draft, allowing light from the evening to filter in. One day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MICHAEL’S POV 7:45 AM The road was empty. Trees on both sides crowded close to the tarmac, tall and dark. The sky above them was the colour of old concrete—flat and heavy, already decided about what kind of day it was going to be. Sarah sat in the passenger seat. Her hands were in her lap, fingers twisted together. Every few seconds her eyes went to the side mirror—quick, darting glances she prob

And then I looked up. The building towered above me—glass, steel, and quiet intimidation. It shimmered like money. Cold, distant, impossible money. This… this was going to be my home? For the next 365 days? My stomach turned. I adjusted the strap of my bag, suddenly aware of how ordinary I looked in the reflection of the sleek windows. One hundred days. One hundred days of whatever this was. And somehow, I’d agreed to it. Or… had I?

I really need to find out more about Jacob’s mate, it’s the only way I can leave here without waiting sixty days. As I am drowned in my thoughts, Jacob’s voice chirped "You want to spend time with me, don’t you?" I turned to face him and replied "I changed my mind." He scoffed "Well, I want to spend time with you. Why don’t we spend the evening together… just the two of us?" My eyes bulged in shock but a small smile danced over it "What made you change your mind?" "My plans for you." The evil smile that appeared right after his words told me he was planning something evil.

"We destroyed the Oracle... we saved Marcus... It’s over, Daniel. It’s finally over." Daniel didn't answer immediately. He rested his chin on the top of my head, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. "It’s over, Mira," Daniel whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against my wet hair. "We burned the board." By 06:00 AM, the storm had passed. The first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, painting the sky in soft shades of pink, pale gold, and lavender. Our stealth boat pulled into a private, secluded boathouse on the mainland near Mestre.

1: I’m Dying Day 1/365 Days VICKY "Your heart is very weak, and despite treatment, we’re afraid you may only have about 365 days left." These were the words that made my world stop. What was I going to do now? My husband wouldn't take this news well...Williams wouldn't take this news well.

I locked my phone and stared at the waves crashing gently in the dark. The next day was brighter—literally and emotionally. The beach was stunning under the morning sun, and P dragged me to a boat tour with the others. We visited nearby islands, dived into turquoise waters, and took pictures on white sandbars. At one point, Adison and I shared a banana boat ride, laughing until we both fell off and splashed into the sea. And for the first time in days, I didn’t think of Travis. That is, until sunset. We were having dinner at the resort’s beachside restaurant, the golden sky stretching wide above us. A waiter approached our table with a note in his hand.

*** An hour later, the boat cut through heavy black waves, leaving the city lights far behind us. I sat on a wooden bench inside the small main cabin, my back resting against the wall. Soren sat across from me, wrapping fresh linen around his left palm where the bond cut had been made. Cade stood near the small glass window, cleaning the bolt on his shotgun with a rag, his face completely shadowed in the dark room. Brecken stood near the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame, staring directly at me.