Captain Hook Fighting Peter Pan Novels & Stories

English Story All Rights Reserve Rated R+18 A young lustful loving couple going on a surprise vacation. Things are going quietly.Until the female captain of the ship asks to join in their lustful acts of naughty fun. If the couple doesn't allow her to join, they may be expose in this delicate delicious scandal. An endearing deal.A threesome. The captain blackmailing the couple forces her way in the mix.What will happen to the lustful three ?One thing is for certain. There will be nothing quiet about this voyage. They stay above reefs anchored for the weekend alone. With no one but them...and privacy.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire! You would think with the root word "fair" in fairies would deem the creatures sweet and gentle. Right? Fuck no! I died in Ancient Pompeii's catastrophic demise along with my lover Brixtius, and I was once again tossed through time. This time I land in Medieval Europe, and like my previous two adventures, I run into my dead lovers' look-alike descendant. Except now, he's a Duke and a formidable warrior. And me? The fairies dressed me as a boy, and I somehow have to survive this chivalric world! Why me?! *This book can be read as a stand-alone. The story is full of erotic imagery and explicit content.*

Eleni Dakis can't seem to catch a break. Her deadbeat father kills himself leaving her in debt, and her mother who hates her, abondons her to the mercy of the sadistic Makris brothers. She flees to New York hoping for a fresh start but it's a case of, from the frying pan into the fire, as she falls into the hands of the Romano family. Niccolo Romano is handsome, ruthless, brutal and deadly and now has his eye on Eleni. As her past threatens her future, will Niccolo be the protector she desperately needs? or her undoing? Trigger Warning: It's a Mafia story so expect some violence, bad language, and assault, but I promise not to overdo it.

Stanley Porter, my wife Jessica Evans’ close male friend, and I are both competing to be the next fire captain. In my first lifetime, I was chosen by a unanimous vote. On my very first night on duty as captain, Jessica came over to the fire station to celebrate with me. Sticking to my duties as captain, I didn't touch a single drop of alcohol. Yet, after drinking the chicken soup Jessica gave me, I fell into a deep sleep. That night, a massive fire broke out in the old district, resulting in the deaths of 58 people. Because I missed the station's alarm, I was accused of dereliction of duty and labeled as the main person responsible for the tragedy. The enraged families of the victims ended up beating me to death. In my second lifetime, I withdrew my name from the selection for captain. I handed the badge over to Stanley instead, saying, "You're better suited to be captain than I am." I'd assumed that this was enough to ensure that the fire couldn't be pinned on me. Yet, when the authorities looked into the fire, they ended up seeing me appear in the security footage from where the fire began. Everyone assumed I'd deliberately started the fire to get back at Stanley out of jealousy for losing out on the captain position. I now open my eyes again to live my third life. I watch as Stanley excitedly gives his speech on the podium after being made the captain. This time around, I submit a request for annual leave and take a cab straight to the airport.

On her wedding day, Lina is dumped publicly by her fiancé To save her family from shame, she impulsively marries a cold, rich stranger That stranger turns out to be her biggest enemy—a billionaire who once ruined her life He doesn’t believe in love… but he wants revenge She wants freedom… but starts falling for him 👉 Hook: Enemies → forced marriage → slow-burn romance + revenge.

🔥🔞THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES, POSSESSIVE ALPHA ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. Aria, a 20-year-old scholarship student, fed up with her mother's constant infidelity and the fights it causes, escapes to a masked underground club — only to unknowingly hook up with her stepfather, the Alpha of the pack and a professor at her university. What starts as one anonymous night becomes an all-consuming forbidden affair with everything on the line.

The mates were destined by moon goddess . But what if the same moon goddess curse their pair . Cursed to be mate of some one , she hated even before knowing him . " The alpha of blue moon pack " . The killer of her parents . But what will happen when he would come to know . She being his mate and would want her to be his , at any cost . By hook or crook . Would she be able to resist the mate bond or would she revenge her parents death .By revenging her own mate.

Ava is on the run for a crime punishable by death: killing a dragon. As a human-dragon hybrid, Ava has never doubted the godlike dragons’ dominance. Her life has been sheltered beneath their stained-glass wings in the city in the sky—until she murders one. Hunted, she flees to the human desert below the floating city. Yet she’s not alone. Though he doesn’t know the crime she’s running from, Vito, the dragon Ava serves, refuses to abandon her to the harsh world of humans. Paired to be her master and she his caretaker, their friendship has always meant more than titles. The desert holds no sanctuary for them. The long-suffering ground dwellers are tired of having their water supply monopolized by the dragons above and want all dragon-kind dead—including Ava and Vito. Surrendering to the dragons isn’t an option with Vito by her side, and the rebellion has offered a tempting deal. They will keep Ava alive and hide her crime, but only if she reveals the weaknesses of dragon-kind and the secrets of her city. Ava must choose between her life and everything she once called home—including Vito, the closest thing to family she has left.

A love life so bland she compared it to cream of wheat. When she thought it couldn't get worse, she died? She woke up in what she thought was heaven, but Saint Peter was nowhere to be found. Can this new world turn her bowl of cream of wheat into an Ice Cream Sundae? Or she was destined to become a lonely old cat lady.

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.