Giulio Cesare Ship Novels & Stories

I had to strain my eyes elsewhere, or risk saying or doing something really stupid. “I'm going to swim,” Giulio announced, then stepped to the side of the yacht and dove into the water. Cool. We weren't even married yet and he had already abandoned me. Wait, yet? What was I thinking? I would never marry Giulio. I would flee Italy and never see the Ravazzanis again. Closing my eyes, I tilted my face toward the sun and tried to block out everything else in my life. I was on a beautiful ship in the most beautiful place in the world. Who knew when the opportunity would arise again when I left Siderno?

I got back in the car. Enzo was outside when I pulled back up. I could tell something was wrong from the way he was standing. "What happened," I said. He hesitated. Two seconds, maybe three. "The ship capsized." I looked at him. "What ship." He held my gaze. "The shipment, sir. The Adriatic route. The whole thing." I stood on the pavement outside my own property in the cold and processed what he'd said.

The Aeternum soldiers and sailors on the 2nd ship, seeing their brothers and sisters of arms were fighting for their lives on the 3rd ship were already pumped up and anxious, they secretly prayed that the ship that they were on just go a little bit faster so that they can get to the ship earlier and help their comrade. “Oh my god!…..His Highness President!!!!…..…how dare these bastard harm our president!!…”.(Major Fontana) As the 2nd Caravel Ship enters the 50 meter radius of the 3r ship vicinity, finally everyone were able to caught a glimpse of their beloved president, and finally it was all answered as to why the entire 3rd ship Aeternum soldiers and Sailors were on the defensive b

“It wasn’t a lie. I’m with you. I’m not going back on my word.” He sighed, looking at the screen. “Our only clue is this ‘Aurelio’ shipment. I’ll have Enzo dig into it.” “Fine,” Julian nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. “But first,” Caesar said, a playful glint in his eye as he lifted Julian into his arms, “come back to bed. I miss you.” “We’ve been together all night! I’m still sore! Fuck, no!” Julian squealed, laughing despite himself as Caesar carried him back to the bed.

Lindsey fell for balance in Alec's arms. "We've got to stop this habit of ours," Alec chided after. "What was that?" Phil exclaimed; his eyes still round with surprise. Garullo gave everyone an answer. "This ship is failing and under repair. It happens constantly around here," "Why are they still using this old ship anyway?" Alec muttered. "Like I said, it's a special ship," Garullo said almost imperceptibly as Phil spoke. Suddenly Garullo halted before turning at a corner. "What is it, Garullo?" Phil asked.

Nothing like the broken man from last night. “Maybe they've backed off?” A younger, uncertain voice said. “The Russians don't back off.” That was Papa's voice. “They regroup, plan and strike when you're not expecting it.” “Giovanni’s right.” Gabriele spoke again. “We need to assume they're planning something. Marco, what's the status of our port shipments?” “They're all secure. No unusual activity reported.” Marco was Gabriele's cousin. I'd met him briefly at the wedding—handsome in a cold way, watching everything with calculating eyes.

That word was almost non-existent in my dictionary. While Caelian and Domani were hard at work, I spent my day going through the meetings I had been putting off for so long. Giulio was taking care of the next shipment that was about to drop in two days. And thanks to Leo and Xavier, they will probably be safe this time because they were to be docked at the Ammassari’s port instead of ours. And the shipment was signed to Xavier’s name. I honestly didn’t know how to thank them for all their help. “Got anything?” I demanded, peeking into the meeting room where Caelian and Domani were working, their faces hard. The floor was scattered with cigarette buds, and beer cans were all over the table. T

All coordinated. Marisa’s jaw tightened. “This is deliberate. Who benefits?” Carlo hesitated. “The Guerra family controls the Valencia corridor. If our shipments get delayed…” He trailed off. “You mean?” Marisa prompted. “You already know who’s behind this,” he said quietly. Marisa snapped the folder shut. “Esteban Guerra.” “Yes, Madam.” She stared out at the ocean, her jaw set. “Gabriella gets thrown out of my son’s estate… and suddenly our whole shipping line is under attack? This is their answer?”

Kilaila worried: “ Dereck… Dereck hugged her tightly: “ I love you so much! Kilaila: “ I love you too... Suddenly the ship began to shake. Igor and his men went outside the ship and saw how strong the sea waves were. Igor took his watch out of his pocket and saw that it was already midnight. The waves grew stronger and stronger. Jonnathan tried to take the steering wheel of the ship, but he was unable to control it, as the ship was in the hands of Jersustes. The ship began to fill with water. “ Francie release Kataleya! “ Igor said, throwing him the room keys. Francie received the keys and quickly went to release Kataleya. The two quickly went outside the ship, where everyone was. The men we

Below the balcony, trucks loaded with Marchesi wine and exports rolled out under Roman columns—a testament to business proceeding, even amid carnage. The first flashpoint was Palermo’s docks: where Gabe Vale’s southern alliance attempted to push through a shipment. Their force—mercenaries loyal to Julian—fought a pitched skirmish with Cristiano's men. Guns sounded early, but the tide favored Gabe’s squad. They overwhelmed and captured the terminal, but not before Julian was severely wounded. He fell, his breaths rattled, and Gabe carried him from the fray, as Diego, Gabe's fixer, called in reinforcements.