Female Pirate Books Novels & Stories

She couldn't imagine how difficult it must be for Dominic to cope with the abandonment, the weight of responsibility for his children's well-being. Although a part of her didn't want to let his rudeness tide by so easily, she understood his actions better now. As they continued sorting, a colorful book cover caught Lila's eye. Grinning, she picked it out from the stack. "Hey, Aaron was looking for something like this, pirate dogs!" She held up the book, depicting a pack of swashbuckling dogs on a pirate ship. A wave of fondness washed over her at the memory of the little boy's enthusiastic search. Marcus chuckled.

At port one night, heard of the ghost ship along with some other things. Captain Shane Reynolds once was the most feared pirate on the seven seas and most days, he still was. However, there was another pirate whose name was more feared than his own and he vowed to hunt him down. Problem was, no one has ever lived to tell the tale of Captain Reddick of the White Wolf. A few letters had been found telling of a deserted ship. The only life on board is a woman chained and blindfolded in the captain’s cabin. The girl is always rescued, but the ship was now notorious for being a ghost ship. Shane scoffed at this, he didn’t believe in the supernatural. He just figured it was an ugly and disfigured

"Everything in here might be haunted." "Yeah, but this one's got weird energy." She sliced the tape and flipped the flaps open. A mix of hardcovers and leather - bound journals, yellowed at the edges. One smelled like cloves and mildew. Another had pages stuck together with something she didn't want to name. She set them aside, one by one, cataloging quietly. Piper — cat, queen, bookstore menace — stalked over the counter like she owned it and plopped herself on the pile.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune. KINKS: Hand jobs for horns, Double cocks, Hand job for double cocks, Blow job, Vibrating Balls, Praise Kink, 4 in one Dom (Gentle, Firm, Strict and Service Dom), 2 in one Sub (Willing and Bratty Sub), Dirty Talk, Oral sex, Teasing and Edging, Rough sex, Firm Dominance, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Orgasm control, Choking, Biting and Marking, Clawing, Double Penetration, Service with Tail, Tail play. KIRA'S POV

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

Her cognac-dyed eyes widened and her lips were parted from the sequel, unable to close again. What is this? Remy you rascal, what the fuck have you been reading? The first title that jumped up was that of a bright red-covered book with the words "Conversation Casanova" written over it in capitals. And that was the most decent title... or book. The other ones had titles that shall not be said with contents that shall not be mentioned. Is this... this is how he got Jasmine? No way. These... W*****d books were better than these. Ryder couldn't look away from the books on her laptop's screen, her lips twitching, reconsidering some decisions she had taken lately.

She opens the door and walks inside, closing it behind her. A captain’s personal room is something ripped out of mythical folklore or legend. There is a bed that is unmade and unkempt. A red blanket with golden entwine edges drapes on the sides. The cottage is stuffed in a corner. On the foot of where Salavanta spends her restless sleep is a treasure chest that is open. There are a few items within the contents such as maps that are rolled up and crinkled like they have been read a million times, extra clothes that have sprouted everywhere near the chest, and a small amount of coin. The one item that is the most valuable aspect among her belongings is a shut and closed journal. Those green e

“No number is untraceable. The pirate cloud that tracks all the spoofed numbers is just a website with messy digits. All you have to do is put in the numbers that you have with a bunch of codes and wait for the server to catch the one closest to us and match it to the time factor.” Luigi’s jaw dropped. “How do you know so many things?” “Online courses while I was bedridden, with a few broken ribs and legs.” Gael met my gaze. “A terrible bike accident.” “So, do we have their location?” He turned the laptop toward me with a black and green map of the Red Port. I focused on the screen. The place where the red dot blinked was ruined grounds, a subway construction that had been abandoned for some

It was because the storage bag was filled with over a hundred unsavory picture books. Caspian froze. Apart from The Pure Lady Cultivator, there were also The Youth Cultivator Hank, The Exquisite Sisters, and My Fox Spirit Companion. One could tell from all these titles what type of books they were. Caspian emptied the bag and retrieved the spirit stones, a couple of potions, and pills before tossing all those books to one side without sparing them another glance. Maya did not know what the skinny cultivator used to do, so she was curious when she saw Caspian tossing aside all those books. She walked over and flipped through a couple of them. A second later, she walked back blushing furiously