Giulio Cesare Ship Novels & Stories

She noticed the gap the one port too insignificant to watch closely, yet perfectly positioned for interception. “She’s not just inside,” Bianca said. “She’s already taken one of your keys.” Matteo stared at her, his fury tempered by something else: respect. “Then we’ll take it back.” The message came not through whispers, but through fire. At dawn, word reached them: Romano ships had gone up in flames off the coast of Italy. An entire fleet, reduced to burning wreckage. Smoke spiraled across the sea, carrying the scent of ruin. Bianca and Matteo stood together on a cliff overlooking the water, the horizon blackened with smoke.

The sea seemed too calm to be afraid. Leo snorted lightly next to me, his iPad showing the way that the ship was heading forward, " Yes, Miss. Vincenzo Russo wanted to prove you wrong. He wants to prove to his grandfather that you are incapable of making decisions. Look, we are forwarding safely." I agreed with Leo. Vincenzo never liked his brother. He had no reason to think about the well-being of my gang. I prayed silently for a safe departure. The materials inside the ship were worth a million dollars. I would be in debt if something went wrong with the ship.

He inhaled slowly, trying to make out thoughts that wouldn't hurt his head this much. Calla. He groaned as his mind wound back to her. Her fair skin that turned red when he spanked it. Those red lips he’d bitten until they bled. Her soft hair, twisted in his fist like reins while he rode her mercilessly. Why must he end up in those memories when he's trying to find a peaceful place in his head? He blinked back to the present, and they were still at it, all on their feet. "...everyone knows the cause of those damaged shipments was a whore!" Associate Giuseppe said to Associate Pietro's face. "And he brought the girl back home with him! Pathetic!"

another observer said with a loud laugh. Meanwhile, in the United Kingdom of Asucarera, a massive plan to launch the largest military attack in the Isle of Los Angels is about to start. They will send one of their Military Ships disguising as a Royal Ship carrying gifts for the Crown Prince. This ship contains a massive bomb that can destroy the whole ports of the Isle of Los Angels. And this should be done on the night of the Seventh Day before the said wedding. It will be followed by tens of thousands of Ballistic Missiles targetting the Los Angels Palace. At that moment, no visitors have had arrived in the said Isle aside form the Queen Gradnmother, Prince Raphael and Crown Prince James.

Grappling hooks were starting to fly from the other ship, locking the ships together. “Cut the Ropes!” Claire yelled as she pulled the wheel hard away from the ship. The ship creaked as it tried to follow orders but there were too many ropes holding it to the other ship. Claire narrowed her eyes at the ship. It had jet black sails with a crescent moon on them. At the end of the crescent moon a star was dangling. Claire felt a strange feeling of dejavu. Did she know this ghostly ship? She looked down at the lower deck and the men were frantically trying to free the ship. Each time rope was cut it was magically replaced with another. They clearly had done this before.

He always froze at the sight of the man that ruined his entire existence, fear always winning. “Are you okay, boss?” Nicholas questioned when he noticed how uneasy Leo had become. “You don't have to worry about me, instead, get ready to fight as soon as Martinez and his men get here.” Leo answered coldly, his eyes on the containers of goods which were being loaded onto the ship. They were on the last container when Ceaser ran in, informing them that Martinez had been sighted heading in that direction. Leo's heart missed a beat as he ordered everyone to take their places.

Jidana, Kariya and Ophilius packed themselves into Ophilius’s sky ship. Ophilius had to use to metal poles as crutches as he struggled to enter the ship. Jidana and Kariya helped him into the ship and they were ready to set sail and on their way to the Petragram mansion. Ophilius’ s ship was big and red with two large masts each carrying 10 flags. There are two compartments on the sides that house cannons and a compartment inside the ship to store weapons. The ship is powered by wind Furiyu and the wind of the sky.

A ship was approaching and Silvio knew it was his. He walked toward the shore, stopping just before the water's edge. Glancing over his shoulder, he spoke, his voice cold and commanding. "Follow me" Elena's heart skipped a beat. He had spoken to her.. Her cheeks flushed and she jogged to keep up Jia and Tiziano followed, as they approached the ship, men descended from the vessel. They bowed as Silvio passed and again as Tiziano followed behind him, making Jia's confusion deepen.

Joshua—her beloved son and my half-brother—shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Good. Enjoying what was happening right now, I took another bite and chewed slowly. “Now, normally, lost shipments aren’t my concern but when those shipments are weapons and the buyers start looking for answers—” I shrugged as I dabbed at the corner of my mouth with my napkin. “Well, that becomes everyone’s concern, doesn’t it?” A heavy silence fell over the table. Alessandro’s eyes darkened as he growled out loud. "Careful, Giuliana."

A warning. I grip the railing harder, heart pounding. The cargo ship looms ahead, massive and slow, vulnerable. And then—floodlights blaze from the starboard side. Another vessel emerges from the dark. Sleek, black, marked with a single insignia. The Vitale crest. I exhale, part relief, part dread. The new ship surges between the cargo and the attackers. Its guns roar, tearing into the speedboats with terrifying precision. Engines sputter, hulls splinter, screams cut through the air. Within minutes, the would-be raiders are retreating, limping into the night.