Boat Scene 365 Days Novels & Stories

Of course, I was aware he wasn't serious about it. It was a new day and everyone was outside. The men, all shirtless, were playing water polo while Jodi, Raine and I were lying each on a bench under different umbrellas, soaking up the sun and talking. We were on our bikinis. Samantha and Carina were busy on the barbecue grill, flipping burgers and hotdogs while the aroma of sizzling meat filled the air. I would have joined them but I was feeling tired. I couldn't help but steal glances at Brandon, as he played in the pool. Hell, he hurt me, but I could not stop myself from staring at him. A special thank you to the sunshades I wore, because I'd want him to know my eyes were on him.

The waves lapped softly against the fishing boat as it drifted in the late morning haze. Inside the cabin, the faint creak of wood accompanied the rhythmic sway of the vessel. Mabel lay on a small, cozy bed, her blonde hair damp and clinging to her face. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light filtering through a small circular window. She sat up carefully, her body moving sluggishly as if protesting every motion. Memories surged back like a rushing tide—the chaos, the traffickers, the gunshots, and the desperate leap into the sea.

The woman steering the boat, Mac, exchanges a look with her female passenger and asks, "What?" I gesture upward to show what I mean. She nods and then signals to her companion. "Lower your sails!" "Dad! Look at that sail!" I cry out, alarmed, as we watch their situation. I quickly lower and secure the sails, struggling against the strong wind. After I finish, Mac comes over, and we double-check that everything on their boat is properly secured. I start to head down, but he gets there first. "Can you help my girl?" He closes the door, almost drowned out by the gusts of wind.

Tuesday. Smuggler's Ship, Mediterranean Sea. CARLA LEANED AGAINST Vaughn's shoulder and watched the frothy water churned up by the boat's motor. The wind whipped across the boat, taking her hair and anything not tied down with it. The Beirut coast was a shrinking lump on the horizon. They hadn't yet said much of anything since leaving the SUV. She glanced over her shoulder at the guy manning the wheel, but a door and glass separated them. The blaring radio pretty much insured he couldn't hear anything they said.

Phoebe clutched her seatbelt, knuckles pale. "It's okay now." His warm palm covered her icy fingers. As the sun began to set, the yacht marina came into view. Phoebe stared at the massive white boat in the distance, sea breeze tangling in her hair.

Then, Bleak's voice rang from outside, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. If someone has to be blamed, blame yourselves for being useless. You failed to affect Dave. However, while dealing with abandoned bargaining chips like you, I won't be that cold hearted." "Let me out!" I didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. "Don't be anxious, Beauty Reed." Bleak said with a smile, "There are three lifeboats attached to this yacht. My men and I will drive two of them away, leaving only the roughest one behind. There are two oars on it." "And then?" I quickly picked up the fruit knife from the ground. At this time, the temperature inside the cabin was a little high.

How could someone be this perfect, despite his arrogant demeanor, he still looked devastatingly handsome. My words were lost somewhere between my lips, and my brain, as I stared at him blankly. I can't even imagine myself falling for him. "You will be paid monthly through out the duration of the contract." "How long is this contract?" I asked, gulping in saliva forcefully. I silently prayed it was going to be for a week, which I had no idea how I was going to survive for that long. He laughed, and it sounded like the Devil himself laughed. There was nothing funny. Was there something on my face? I reached out for my face with my right hand, and found nothing. Then realization struck me! He h

I supposed I am acting like a baby, but wouldn't you if you know what the next few days will hold. "It'll be all right, love," he murmurs. I move my head to stare at him, and I try to give a brave smile through my tears. Bryce's optimism gives me a little ray of hope that maybe we can survive. All we have to do is prevent Princess Joan from leaving the ship. Easy, peasy, right? The ship sails into Bordeaux just as the sun sets. In the distance, there is black smoke

RAMON 60 Days. 60 Days To make her fall Inlove. To marry her. And then finally, To kill her. The boss assigned me to her. She was my fifth assignment. And then I met her, and she was so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. Her dark eyes, her massive dark hair, her curves, her flawless skin... And I was supposed to kill her? I knew this was going to be hard. But what I didn't know, is how hard I would fall for her as each day passed.

He turned to the men and women. “I might have to change my sitting position if you don’t mind please.” Dapo said. “No problem Sonny, you have a lot to catch on, before you joined the set of we old cargoes.” One of the men said. “Yes, I think my buddy here is right, we have no other desire in life than live a good live, so go make more acquaintances out there.” Another add. “And with this beautiful maiden beside you, I believe you will he able to have many friends.” A Woman said.