Luffy Pirate Crew

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

Why would a guy like Alec Johnson participate in the TV show The Bachelor? True, he's not married, but that doesn't he does not have a wife. In fact, he has just about every woman in town exactly where he wants them... In his sheets. Completely surrendered to his touch. The only thing is, for some time now Alec has felt something missing from all these adventures. And maybe, just maybe the TV show will help. That's according to his sister and the Reverend's daughter Mia, anyway. It's because of those two, that he is stuck waiting for the film crew to show up. Soon Alec will have ten girls helping him to figure out what it is his life needs.

Madeline Sanders had always been aware that her marriage to Trevon Gibson was merely a contract. When his first love breezed back into town, Trevon wasted no time in asking for a divorce. Clutching the results of her pregnancy test, Madeline was at a loss for words. She was stripped of everything and left to fend for herself. She decided to start anew as an artist and a single mom. However, Trevon couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He inexplicably suffered pregnancy symptoms. Madeline's morning sickness became his, her cravings for pickles turned into his own, and her labor pains echoed through his body. Afterward, Madeline declared, "The baby will carry the name Sanders!" There stood Trevon, juggling a bottle and a diaper, "Sanders it is! Darling, when do you say I join the Sanders crew?"

"No man can gain leverage without pain" "Be who you are, embrace the masculinity not merely the brain, there is no experience without strength than keeping your sanity shouting within your essence without gaining experience" his master's words. In a world where nature folds with the croeatinian virus that causes people to damage their bodies severely. Inside of twenty-two cities left upon the world to protect the new generation in 2098. Jonathan Wilson was assigned to kill people who were involved in the assassination and who caused the war in their crew lineage which is Criemsons the strongest and tough of all gangs - they say. While his companion is appointed to uncover the cure for the virus. Jonathan will never show mercy to those people who commit immorality within the walls that are barely losing hope from corruption as the virus evolved day by day.

On my thirtieth birthday, Gideon Salton told me to meet him at city hall. He made sure I wore a wedding dress and brought my papers, hyping it up as a huge birthday surprise. But when I showed up, all dressed up, he turned to his trashy crew and laughed. "No way—she actually did it. Dress, docs, the whole thing. Pay up, fifty bucks each." Then he looked at me. "Come on, Madison. You didn't seriously fall for that?" I didn't answer. He smirked. "If you're that thirsty to get hitched, go inside and grab some rando to register with." His friends cracked up. They called me Gideon's loyal simp, his forever backup plan. Said I'd never end up with anyone else. But when I came out with my husband and a legit marriage certificate, Gideon just froze—pale, silent, wrecked.

DARK ROMANCE! "I-I love him," she stammered, shivering under his intense gaze. But his whisper sent shivers down her spine. "But I love you," he said, his smirk hinting at a dark intention that left her numb. "Leave me! I'm not yours!" she protested, her brown eyes wide with fear, shock, and sadness. Yet, her sparkling tears only drew him in. He leaned in closer, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch a mix of tenderness and menace. "How can I, kitten, when you're already mine? Trapped with me, sinfully," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Her throat constricted in fear as she realized escape was impossible. But his next words crushed her world. "Punishment time, kitten," he growled, his voice dripping with lust and obsession. His dark eyes seemed to devour her, leaving her knees weak. A lone tear escaped her eye as she realized she was trapped. He would cage her, sinfully. She was a bright doll, but his darkness shattered her hopes. She was a vast ocean, and he was a pirate who'd found his treasure in her - a treasure he'd claim by any means. @2024darkoceanfics

Erik Smith is the Alpha of The Silver Growlers pack. He is 22 and still hasn't found his mate. He's the most powerful Alpha. His collection is the strongest. He's caring and friendly to his group and close friends, but he's ruthless to rogues and his enemies. Clara Lee is the daughter of the Alpha of the Hollow Angel Pack. Everyone loves her; She's like the princess of Hollow Angel Pack. She is now 18 and still hasn't found his mate, but that all changes when a group of rogues kills her pack, and she's the only one who survived, thanks to her parents and crew, who sacrificed their lives for her to live. When his brother heard this, he went to Hollow Angel Pack as soon as possible and saw his sister crying at the dead bodies of her parents. Clara moves to The Silver Pack with his brother and discovers that Alpha Erik is her mate.

From the day they are born, Alpha males know what it means to sacrifice for their pack. But Connor Salvatore didn't think that would mean giving up his fated mate. Aimee Carter was Hell on wheels, everything she did was wild and free, and Connor loved it but there was one problem- she was a human.The day he left her set wheels in motion that would have two Alphas barrelling towards a showdown and one female caught in the middle. But Aimee is no ordinary woman, the daughter of an MC president, Aimee only knows one speed and that's full steam ahead, only the strongest Alpha will finally tame her heart...or would she break both of theirs. In part two of this book, the motorcycle club Aces and Eights move to Howling where Aimee forges a new path for her crew, this begins the series Aces and Eights as Eric, Ian, Scott, Max, Reggie, and Adam find out what it means to be part of the pack.

I have my headphones on as I direct flight routes. A pilot named Everett Wright suddenly switches into the voice channel I'm on. Then, he publicly mocks me for being inept in bed. "Hey, Jacob! Your wife said you're practically hopeless in bed and that you're done in just a second! Are you seriously a one-second shooter? Ahahaha!" When the rest of the crew hear Everett's words, they can't stop themselves from laughing too. Thinking that this isn't humiliating enough for me, Everett flicks on a private channel purposefully. I can hear my wife, Charlotte O'Brien, suppressing her moans and pants. "Hurry up, honey! Why did you switch to my husband's channel? Stop messing around and just turn it off already!" Charlotte's voice is tinged with a hint of affection. She doesn't care about whether or not I got humiliated—she just enjoys the thrill of being able to flirt with her lover in public.

Morgan is just trying to survive her cousin’s destination wedding in Bermuda. She didn’t come prepared for emotional damage, and she certainly didn't expect the biggest drama of the weekend to involve a head injury, a blocked tunnel, and a very confusing run-in with three dudes dressed like they raided a Pirates of the Caribbean casting call. Turns out they’re not LARPing. They aren't actors. It's not a fun sunset cruise. No. They’re privateers. Like, real ones. From the actual year 1725. And Morgan? She’s stuck. She may have a pretty good handle on how to survive in the wilderness, thanks to her ex-Green Beret dad. But eighteenth-century ships, sexist crewmates, and suspicious captains aren’t exactly her area of expertise. Especially not Flynn, the broody, grumpy, maddeningly handsome Captain who might rather toss her overboard than deal with whatever disaster she’s brought onto his ship. But as danger closes in, from rival ships to secrets Morgan didn’t mean to bring with her, she’ll have to find her place in this brutal new world. That is… if she doesn’t drive Flynn to keelhauling her first. Or fall for him. Maybe both. Adventure, slow-burn tension, and fish-out-of-water chaos collide in this swoony, high-stakes romantic tale across time. For fans of enemies-to-lovers, pirate drama, and heroines who don’t know when to shut the fuck up.