In The Heart Of The Sea Novels & Stories

Was that….was that what I thought it was? “Holy shit,” Hazel said under her breath. “Is that the Heart of the Ocean?” It wasn’t sure, but it certainly looked like it was. The Heart of the Ocean was a long lost jewel. It was rumored to have sunk into the sea when the ship the person who owned it took her own life by jumping off a boat while wearing it. Of course, the rumor had never been confirmed. Just as the jewel had never officially been found.

He didn't see me, as I was in a more reserved corner of the huge reception, and they sat down, still hugging each other so intimately that I was a little bewildered, not knowing what to think until João Pedro gave A brief but tender kiss on Jack's cheek. I got up, not even sure what I was going to do, and walked toward the two men. The expression of true horror that JP wore was such that I would have found it very funny had it not been for my state of stupor at the discovery I had just made. had just done. João Pedro was gay!

So after thinking about all that I felt like going to that room to finish what I had given myself permission to start. I tried to get out of bed, I had a lot of pain on the right side of my body. With my left hand I held that part of my body that hurt. I finally managed to get up. I walked slowly towards the door of the room. I was too disoriented, I did not understand where I was. After completely leaving my room and closing the door behind me, I kept walking until I found the first door. With sweaty hands I grabbed the lock, it slipped, I wiped my hand on the kind of robe I was wearing. I grabbed the lock again and turned it, very nervous. When I opened the door I found a man in his eighti

The sea. Angry and unrelenting. Dangerous. It rolled again, jostling her head. Ashlyn bit back a whimper and squinted as another body wrapped in an emergency blanket wavered on the deck before her. Upright and leaning against the side, the body shifted as she tracked their outstretched legs, slowly trying to piece together the scene before her. Her heart hammered in her chest, her gaze roaming over their chest, moving towards their face when something blocked her view.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

"Am I ugly? Does Daddy dislike me because I'm ugly?" My heart ached. I reached out and wiped away Anna's tears. "Anna, it's not your fault. Your dad’s blind in the heart and eyes; he can’t see how good you are. He's mistaken trash for treasure. We don't need a blind guy to define what's beautiful and what's ugly." Anna looked at me with a puzzled expression, but the sorrow in her eyes slowly faded.

They had navigated treacherous seas of scandal and sailed straight into the halls of power, not by stealth, but by holding firm, their hearts guiding the ship. ---

​The storm did not break so much as it bled away, leaving the ocean smooth, heavy, and black as oil under the first pale grey line of dawn. ​Through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the master suite, the horizon looked like a slate wiped clean of chaos. Inside, the quiet was absolute, broken only by the low, steady thrum of the auxiliary engines beneath the floorboards—a deep, mechanical heartbeat that signaled the Vesper Sovereign had survived the sea.

Even when he physically removed her, she would stubbornly lean against his arm, tilting her head to steal a fleeting, desperate kiss… [End of Flashback] The memories crashed over him in a relentless tide. The very scenes that used to annoy him, the acts of devotion he had once dismissed as pathetic, now made his chest tighten with an inexplicable, agonizing ache. As the car slowly pulled into the villa, the silence inside was heavier than ever. Vittorio stepped out, the cool evening air doing nothing to settle the storm in his chest. Ignoring the waiting staff, he strode toward the front entrance, his heart pounding a frantic, unfamiliar rhythm against his ribs.